Style Is Skin Deep
Whence you are newly married
great attention is paid to dressing habits.
Negligible things, such as make-up, usually
eat up much of your valuable time
after several rehearsals, cat-walk
and perfect touch-ups,
you may dare to show up in street.
the poor husband besides you
could not have earlier researched so deep into
such delicacies that women
so seriously care and boast of,
are really going to ‘jack up'
his normal wife into a small screen queen.
Yet another question does arise here
for pleasing whom a lady so labours hard?
enormous time and money
that goes into this process
announces the dangers well in time,
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The Floating Assets
The Floating Assets
The boat man charged me
rupees three,
for a round trip
across the river mouth at sea
shabby and the oldest boat
with multiple cracks
supporting planks on every joints
by all means, not fit to be sea-worthy
kutcha logs connecting the sides
were the high benches for the paying boarders
safety standards were totally absent
as the waters seeped in up to knee-deep
to provide some relief or confidence
rectangular wooden posts
were enjoined to the sides of the boat
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Good Luck Next Time
GOOD LUCK, NEXT TIME
Had the God, in heaven, sent me an advance SMS
That I am slated to die to-night at the stroke of six
I would take bath thrice and stay trim and fresh
In readiness of the journey, freed from the chaotic mess
Before, I had not donated blood even once
This day, I think of all nice things at once
My organs and parts are under distress sale
For this lot in full, would go as waste and stale
I banged into the church and fell at the alter
Probing my sins, filed a counter
All those saints were in tears and tight-lipped
That their hands are tied for a last- minute reprieve
I ran to the bank and drew all the money I had
Looked around, in search of an honest ward
Whom I can trust, to begin a Trust in my name
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Two Station Masters
TWO STATION MASTERS
My friend is a station-master
at Hill Groove in
Nilgiri mountain section
33 years of railway service
fully spent in this sleepy station
hardly, two trains a day
in summer, say, one more
no goods traffic
nor frequent crossings
no revenue instead - ‘Safety' award
for ‘nil' accident record,
closed for rains and landslide,
station is locked up at 6 pm sharp
his gross earnings is forty thousand
for two or three man- hours spent
hill allowance, free warm clothing
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Where Eagles Dare
WHERE EAGLES DARE
She has just moved in to the apartment
To a flat in the same floor
Not a word, except a friendly smile
When she is out from the ever-closed door
Slowly, I sensed some news on her
That she is a divorcee and no offspring
Neither she goes out on work else where
I wonder, how she keeps herself all better
Curiously enough, I whispered to my husband
Of the suspenseful facts concerning the lone tenant
He was so absorbed at the details I told
With some added attractions of her un-guarded loneliness
Who is lazy & never shaves - is today so brisk
With clean shaven look and Old Spice musk
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Chennai To Puri (Via Ooty, Mysore & Hydrabad)
almost a picnic, on LTC - my PSU will reimburse,
pre-booked air, A/c Two-tier journey tickets,
With bag and baggage, playing cards,
games-loaded laptops, i-pods, plenty of music,
fashioned, tight-fitting dresses, eatables, camera
several sittings at exclusive beauty parlour,
already reserved cottages -
pick-ups, & sight seeing pre-arranged
and in jubilant mood;
we are set on a holy pilgrimage,
every year, to new - new destinations
from Kanyakumari to Gangtok….
Via Kulu, Manali, Jaisalmer and Bikaner
when the school closes down
at HIS ABODE, we are too selfish
begging for our own needs and wishes
sometimes, our desires are not legal or ethical
openly bribing by liberal offerings in the ‘HUNDI'
‘glued God' has no option but has to consent
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The Accused God
THE ACCUSED GOD
God was once called to the witness box
serious charges of connivance and negligence
as Creator and perpetrator,
all the crimes on Earth had His express sanctions
the innocent criminal was only an instrument, keyed by Him from behind
Hung in shame, God climbed up the wooden dais
No one chose to side Him in defence
the clerk extended a ‘Holy Book' to swear
‘no one was exempted', let the accused be whosoever
The judge then went on reading the charge-sheets
voluminous reports with evidences abound
God was just wondering at the man's tactical mind
a weed, that He overlooked, when He made him out of mud
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The Stranded God
THE STRANDED GOD
God is supposed to be pure and good
and is not expected to run a all-vices den
But, in order to adjudge the human mind
He has thrown open a mega mall - gambling ring
under a single roof, in a flood-lit complex on Las Vegas mode
assorted wings, for sinful things, from porno to video games
24 hour bar, sex-parlours, casinos, kiosks, massage and sauna bath
Satan, the Group Manager, is given full in charge
House-full business in all the branches
lakhs of rupees change hands in a fraction
God is amazed at His daily collections
As the people are blind to His scriptures and preaching
God strolled into a church to check attendance
hither and thither a few old and invalid
giving a pat, He inquired them of their prayers
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Shopping Sickness
My shrewd wife has just
returned from a ‘Top Class Retail Mall ‘
with a loud rejoice that she has
‘saved' a big three thousand four hundred
by shopping only in ‘discount sale, '
at the end of 3 hour afternoon ‘marathon'
curiously, I peeped into the
a meter-length printed bill -
final tally was seven thousand one hundred.
she did'nt return to me,
the so-called, cosy discount in cash:
‘how sensible I am'- She is shouting back
from the dressing room, in a triumphant slang
She immediately, rang up her mother in Manamadurai
to proclaim the gains, she managed
from the three-tier hunting floors
Basmati rice, Badam milk, Jamoon mix,
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Hotel 7 Up, 1971
In early seventies
at Trichur town
on Station road,
there was an restaurant
named ‘Hotel 7 UP'
whenever, I passed through,
I used to wonder at the
selection of the name ‘7 UP',
since, in those days no one knew
anything of Pepsi, Coca, Fanta or 7 UP
though in size, the hotel is small
it was enjoying good credentials
for appam, puttu, kadalai, & anda curry -
very special was its ‘light tea'
served in sparkling cup and saucers
slowly, I became an addict to its
‘light tea', and started visiting frequent.
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