Ab Ki Baar ...

Ab ki baar, trudge to a bar,

A glass of red, and jeet-haar.

Bright spot on the horizon? Congress' rout.

'PM Modi' appears no more a doubt.

He's delivered a dynastic knockout!

Congrats, Modi sarkar! But the celebration -

Keep short; The turnout of a billion

Makes one demand: get down to business.

Over history, Mandir, beef - don't fuss,

Stick to governace, governance plus!

© Manreet Sodhi Someshwar

The Grate Indian Battle of 2014

56 inch chest v/s A big heart - 

Thus Congress swaps symbol from hand to heart.

Kapil Sharma funny, Rahul funnier -

BJP raises the comedy frontier.

Those who vote for Modi should drown in the sea -

Abdullah descends from the mountains to preach.

Ramdev is a saint, says BJP -
With a curious case of foot-in-mouth disease.

Please explain Robert’s biz model, BJP to Priyanka -

What say now Common man in Banana Republic, Vadra?

The shenanigans of Indian politicians bring to mind

Robert Southey’s ‘The Battle of Blenheim’:

‘But what good came of it at last?’ quoth little Peterkin.

‘Why, that I cannot tell, but ‘twas a famous victory.’

© Manreet Sodhi Someshwar

Elections are Coming.

Elections are coming. This might not have the heft of ‘Winter is coming’ from George RR Martin’s epic ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ series, but it is a similar portent. 2014 general elections in India will be pivotal, all agree. Depending on the colour in the tiranga that you adhere to, it will be because the ‘Namo’ chant will ring in BJP, at last; or Rawl Baba will nail the moribund Congress coffin, finally; or AAP will become everybody’s Baap, ultimately. Whichever range of the spectrum you gravitate to, come this April, try to cast your vote not to your jaat or dharm bhai/behn but to the person who will represent you and your constituency. Just ensure that he is not a rapist, does not have a criminal record, is educated - hopefully, has a track record of doing some (good) work. We are a fractious nation, always have been - which is why we didn’t birth Hitler. And dreams of glorious empires always end with bird shit - be it pigeons perched on Victoria’s statues or the legendary Peacock Throne fighting a losing battle through a net armour.

Elections are coming. Forget the national party, vote for the person that is the candidate - aap, aam or khaas.