Can I trust you;
The phrase overworks on a moonlit night.
I look at the moon and hurriedly scoff,
Though I was worriedly lumping the cough.
The Moon flushes,
How dare you laugh at me,
I live so bright and dive at heights,
'Are We Friends', she burst into laughter;
She, fair and flushed, vibrant and vivacious,
A descendant of the Jupiter,
And a novel militant of the worst kind.
My head, tizzy, dropped into the welcoming hands,
An eerie silence followed.
The winds down the standing mountain,
Brings the chill within its brace.
It also brings with its embrace,
Shards of memories making eyes strain.
The gloom it offers is insurmountable,
Wishing the love it reminds is detachable.
Today's front page headlines on 'The Hindu' read- " Woman held for calling BJP government 'fascist'. What a delectable sight it was, a rather surprisingly spring-full welcome to an otherwise torrid rainy day. Arrest of anti-Indians gives a certain peace of mind that otherwise only the 'Computer Sambrani' can give, which I do not use nowadays because of global warming.
With Valentine's day celebrations coming to a halt, curtailing screens on the most conspicuous romances of the year, comes as a huge relief for an intimidated population like me.
Was it all bad to be 'single'?No, being single is cool, awesome and glorifies my personality will be my prompt answer. So how cool I am being Single? Am so cool that I take painstaking efforts to grab the weekend shows tickets and land myself in the theatre with my best buddy next to me,tring! tring! friend walks out, leaving me all alone to watch the sloppy movie with noone to buy me a popcorn during the interval. I hurl my abuses at his girlfriend with zero viscosity and high fluidity. Stop! She happens to be my sister, isn't it? A relationship bequeathed upon me out of compulsion. I have twelve dozen friends and innumerable sisters from them. Popcorn apart ! Climax arrives, so does my friend, to borrow my bike key to pick the veritable devil, Sorry! My sister! How on earth will you reach back home whips my vacillating brain. Still I give him the key with a nod. Believe me, it was the first instance of me really wishing to take an ice bucket challenge.
One good day, which rarely occurs, my vivacious sister and her efficacious arguments TRUMPED me and successfully MODIfied my views on God. This enlightenment occurred after we watched a documentary on Nazi Germany together, it was indeed a bad move as a wrong turn of thoughts started developing in my mind after that. "SUUKI", yes, I should be. She shrugged, "Who cares, I told am happy". Though insulted I realized, LADEN with immense prosperity and goodness, it was really bad to PUTIN such scepticism regarding the presence of a supernatural entity. Then I embarked on a journey within myself to prepare a list of the deities I should download on my phone for thanking them every day. Still unclear on what specific reason should I thank since there were many reasons to thank. Should I thank them for showing no interest on delivering me on earth when they were playing Hide and Seek with Hitler and Atom Bomb, or should I deliberately eulogise the divinity for having made me a witness for this venerated 21st century; an era where the world's most powerful country has rid of crookedness in its entirety due to the arrival of a godly leader, saffron has hallowed the world's biggest democracy and an outspoken muted woman is renowned as the symbol of peace live amongst me. An honour bestowed upon me by God.
Congratulations to our most honourable, admirable, inspiring and ingenious Sampath Ji for the award he received in London honouring his fantastic journalism in a fantastic, highly secure(esp. for girl children), ultra-secular and only-modern India.
But I should admit, I was a bit disappointed with the interview part. Not the interview as a whole but, the venue was sombre for your standards. Last time around, the Wembley Stadium was bestowed the unique opportunity of hosting you. This time our bhakts allover the universe expected that you would grace the Lords and send a strong message for a Dynasty Mukht World. Disappointed, but still we bow to your feminist credentials which single-handedly helped Elizabeth to ease the burden of working in her old age. Back in India, whole Twitter, partly Facebook and Only Truth News all blasted excitedly about the photo in which Elizabeth was given a chance to talk to you. You care a lot about women, from 8 years old to 92 years old, you always defend the rights of Women. But there was some fake news circulating, especially from colourless, tasteless anti-Indians who pointed out the absence of interpreters between Elizabeth and you. But do they know that you are a master of all Vedas. And English was present in ancient India itself, or else how the name for Rig Veda came! We gave our titles in English and English to English.
The recently released survey of RBI on demonetisation and its results along with BJP government's remarks about it are deeply frustrating. The report finds that nearly 99% of the money which was tendered legally invalid during demonetisation was returned to the central bank. To put it more intelligibly, 15.41 lakh crore was in the hands of the people before the midnight sermon of Mr.56 rendered them illegal and of them, 15.31 lakh crore has been returned to the central bank. The Government is answerable to these findings which have just trumpeted their misadventure and wild fantasies. Nevertheless, the Modi and his saffron brigade back in 2016 called it an exercise of pertinence to purge the black money from the Indian Society. What are the results now?
