Commonwealth Games, 2010

India is all set for the Commonwealth Games, 2010,

It is a popular topic of discussion among most men, women and children.

Thanks to the C.G.F’s* decision,

India will soon become a popular tourist destination.

Formerly known as the “British Empire Games”,

It was first conceptualized in the land of the Thames.

Four separate teams represent England, Scotland ,Wales and Northern Ireland,

In 2014, the Games will be held in Glasgow, Scotland.

Many new bridges, buses and buildings have come up in Delhi,

The Delhi Metro has changed the definition of commuting, entirely.

There seems to be a shopping mall in every nook and corner,

A lot of money is being spent on infrastructure.

It is the nineteenth edition of the Commonwealth Games,

And the ninth to be held, under this name.

Every Indian is waiting for this event,

The bond between the commonwealth countries, it will certainly, cement.

(*Commonwealth Games Federation)

Uncle Tony and His Workouts

Uncle Tony met Molly at a gym,

Where the light was very dim.

Molly appeared just right,

In the dim, dim light.

The lady responded to his glances,

So Uncle Tony made controlled advances.

His smile exposed a set of whiskey teeth which were barely visible,

And shy Miss Molly’s voice was hardly audible.

Uncle Tony knew they were made for each other,

Very much like bread and butter.

He asked if she could join him for cup of tea,

And the lady graciously accepted his plea.

The twosome stepped out of the gym,

Where the light was so very dim.

Uncle Tony looked at Molly, in broad daylight,

He yelled, ‘God what a fright!’

Poor Uncle Tony’s conquest,

Was a wrestler, a man, in his vest.

Mr. Mallard alias Molly, gave him a wily grin,

And kicked him on his shin

After that Uncle Tony never went to that gym,

Where the light was so dangerously, dim.

The wrestler’s kick, caused him serious physical and mental injury,

And these days Uncle Tony only associates with the clergy.

Mahatma Gandhi

The man who showed us the road to emancipation,

Popularly known as the father of the nation,

An advocate of universal brotherhood and equality,

Yes, I’m talking about Mahatma Gandhi.

Gandhiji spread the message of love and mutual tolerance,

He was opposed to all forms of violence.

A crusader for women’s liberation,

He always raised his voice against caste discrimination.

A practitioner of vegetarianism and ‘Ahimsa’

He vehemently propagated the use of the ‘charkha’.

"Truth is God" was his philosophy,

He believed that “The science of non-violence alone can lead one to pure democracy...”

To London he went for higher education,

In South Africa, he fought for the rights of the Indian population.

An absolute altruist by nature,

His knowledge, and global experience changed our nation’s future.

Education

Education is the key to success,

It is an ongoing process.

Each day of existence,

Adds to our knowledge, wisdom and experience.

Alas! We live in a world where degrees matter,

So many dreams, does this harsh reality shatter.

For education is not easily accessible,

In this overpopulated world, where even basic amenities are not available.

That education does not mean mugging different precepts and concepts,

Is a popular theory which every eminent educationist accepts,

Alas! The same educationists support the system of examination,

Which demands rote memorization.

It is a myth that we can attain knowledge,

Only at a school or a college.

Self-education is the best kind of learning,

Knowledge thus gained, is permanent and enriching.

My College Days

Those were the best days of my life,

When fun and frolic was rife.

A refreshing realm of knowledge,

That was my college.

Funny friends and loving lecturers,

Freaky fundas and flexible study hours.

Riddles and rumours, gossips and giggles-umpteen,

Added spice to the junk I hogged at the college canteen.

I majored in English Literature,

And the subject suited my sensitive nature.

I was initiated into the world of stories, poems and plays,

Each lecture set my imagination ablaze.

My college was a literary paradise,

Where I learnt to critically analyze,

Every text that came my way,

Be it poetry, prose or play.

Free from the fetters of school,

I willingly jumped into the knowledge pool.

Where education was mixed with entertainment,

At college learning was never a punishment.

Kindergarten Kid

The conniving kindergarten kid,

Presents many excuses valid,

A variety of 'aches', he loves to feign,

Oh! Going to school is such a pain.

Alas! Mummy is never convinced,

She knows her child is an actor accomplished.

He goes to school with a long face,

The hatred for school, he can hardly efface.

He enters the classroom and faces his teacher,

Oh! how he hates this frightful creature.

He moves to the back bench cautiously,

For his shoes aren't polished properly.

He loves to read and write,

The dance and drill classes are an absolute delight.

Alas! If only he could do things freely,

Everyday he would go to school willingly.

The Terrorist

Terrorism is the gravest problem in the world today,

The terrorist judiciously keeps logic at bay.

Violence is his biggest obsession,

He revels in causing large scale destruction.

Communal hatred and extremist beliefs cloud his reason,

Warmongers instigate him to commit treason.

By slaughtering people he seeks to attain notoriety,

But the shameless sadist claims that he is reforming the human society.

The terrorist targets the common man,

Who dreams big and never hesitates to plan.

He works hard day and night,

And sacrifices his present, to make his future bright.

The terrorist loves to see the common man cry,

His craving for power, he must satisfy.

He detests all kinds of celebration,

So during the festive season, he causes the maximum destruction.

He plants bombs in crowded public places,

All the risks he willfully embraces.

Guided by false ideals, he becomes a suicide bomber,

And in a second the festive atmosphere turns somber.

There are charred and mutilated bodies everywhere,

The innocent common man encounters his worst nightmare.

With his own blood, his future plans are wiped away,

Alas! The terrorist holds his little world, in his sway.

Oh God! The universe is the result of your hard work and dedication,

You alone have the right to destroy beings of your own creation.

Then tell me God, why do these terrorists get away,

And why is Terrorism the gravest problem in the world today?