Examination

The frightening finale of every academic session,
Is the savage ceremony called ‘Term End Examination’.
One can complacently contemplate a fine future,
By puking memorized data on paper.

Students suffer from immense stress and anxiety,
When examiners assume the role of God Almighty.
These sleep deprived and underpaid divinities,
Evaluate students’ retention capacity and decide their destiny.

Why care about understanding and knowledge,
When you just need to swallow and vomit unadulterated bookish garbage.
This complicated content, is magnanimously accepted and rewarded by our erudite examiners,
Who make toppers out of expert crammers.

Marks decide one’s future to a large extent,
Low grades have often throttled the hopes of many young talents.
This harrowing system of examination,
Is not meant for those with a vivid imagination.

Useless cramming machines, occupy responsible positions,
Why not? They have all the requisite qualifications.
The deserving degreeless, quietly do their work and take orders,
While the ivy-leaguers enjoy all the honours.

That a person’s intelligence, competence and knowledge gained,
Can be assessed by a written test, remains a mystery unexplained!
Yet every year examinations are conducted,
And many suicides committed.

Madame Jealousy

Manipulative and menacing Madame Jealousy,

Is filled to the brim with hypocrisy and insecurity.

She is a regular trespasser in most relationships,

Causing profound pain by ensuring harrowing hardships.



In this modern materialistic world,

Madame Jealousy’s impact has increased manifold.

That foes outnumber friends, is the modern man’s lame lament,

The truth is, Mr. Money’s offsprings have mercilessly mutilated Mr. Moral’s descendents.



Madame Jealousy messes with all the nations,

She causes rift amongst followers of different religions.

Famous for fomenting racial tension,

Her favorite word is ‘disintegration’.



Madame Jealousy is particularly fond of glitz and glamour,

So she always accompanies the accomplished, in all her splendor.

These people (the accomplished) are obsessed with power and position,

Staying on top is their sole obsession.



Madame Jealousy meddles with every hard working person,

In fact, she is the mother of ‘Corruption’.

A fervent fan of the cunning conspirer,

Together they kill the honest worker’s zeal and fire.



When Madame Jealousy creeps into a family,

Rivalry replaces revelry, leaving no room for peace or harmony.

Siblings sharing the same roof,

Turn foes and prefer remaining aloof.



Lovelorn Madame Jealousy always interferes in matters of the heart,

Causing misunderstandings and forcing lovers to part.

Her own loneliness prevents her from letting people unite,

The lovers’ sorrow gives her immense delight.



If only we could love one another unconditionally,

Accept each other and live a life of dignity,

Miserable Madame Jealousy will accede defeat,

And Madame Humanity will willingly take that vacated seat.

The Indian Cricket Team

Cricket is the game that brings together the whole of the Indian nation,

In this country it is often hailed as a religion.

Our cricketers, rarely, if ever, perform well abroad,

But, in India, they are treated like demigods.

Hockey is our national game,

Yet our cricketers enjoy all the fame.

Whenever there is a cricket match, people are glued to their television sets,

But how much time do our gods devote to practicing in the nets?

Busy with their ego clashes, disagreements and endorsements,

Little do they care about their spectators’ sentiments.

Cricket, is known as the gentleman’s game,

But the match fixing scandals, have given it a bad name.

Winning and losing are a part of life,

Agreed, but, I think, for excellence, we must always strive.

The problem is that our players don’t lose gracefully,

They lose heart and give up very easily.

Well trained, highly paid, fully grown men,

Play such cricket that they are ridiculed even by our children.

For all the time that we devote to watching them, we only want a little bit of entertainment,

And they give us nothing but disappointment.

Roaring lions in their own backyard,

Can’t remember the last time they registered a convincing victory abroad.













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Corruption in India

The biggest boulder in the path of a country’s development, is Corruption.

It symbolizes the modern man’s decadence and degeneration.

In a world where wealth seems to matter the most,

The Corruption Virus, finds many a willing host.

It involves the abuse of power, position and influence,

To spread all manner of malevolence.

Who would dare to be a whistleblower?

In a country, where the corrupt seem to have all the power.

There is no transparency, at any level of Indian bureaucracy,

And Indians have become famous for their black money.

Corruption in India, has become a favourite topic of the jealous world’s discussion,

It is seriously affecting our country’s credibility and reputation.

Unless each individual makes a conscious attempt to be honest,

There is no real use of rhetoric, rage or protest.

Corruption cannot be curbed by any legislation,

The only solution seems to be moral rejuvenation.

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Delhi

Delhi is an overpopulated state,

Every individual’s needs & whims, its deficient resources, cannot satiate.

Yet, in the past few years Dehiites have witnessed such rapid changes,

That previously materialized, in ages.

The roads are broader,

The routes are shorter,

And every Delhiite must confess

That the Delhi Metro has been, a grand success.

Our country is big and our problems are bigger,

Besides, it has a history of having politicians, who almost always, swagger.

However, Delhi's Chief Minister, is a class apart,

We at least know, that she is trying her best, to do her part.

Let us not forget that we are a comparatively new democracy,

We only got our independence in the previous century.

India has indeed, come a long way,

And has the potential to take the world in its sway.

However, we need to be calm and patient,

Till our country becomes entirely self sufficient.

[Who works for the Indian government? How many of us, actually meet deadlines? Who litters and dirties public places? How many of us are entirely honest and don’t think that a little bit of corruption is rather convenient (Be honest!) ? What are we, as individuals, doing for our country?

And finally, what makes a nation? Most people, barring a few idealists, after finding answers to these questions, should ideally stop blaming the Delhi government for the so called “Commonwealth Debacle”.]

Dreams

No matter how practical a mortal seems,

Can any mortal ever say,

That in the night or during the day,

He never dreams?

All living beings have different thoughts and feelings,

So they dream of diverse things.

Poets dream of beauty and romance,

While the worldly-wise crave for freedom, fun and finance.

Children dream of absolute merriment,

While the senile seek spiritual fulfillment.

The teenager yearns for his lover,

But the hermit prefers the silence of nature’s bower.

A dream reveals the mischief of our subconscious mind,

And relieves us from the pressures of our daily grind.

It transports us into a trance like state,

And every desire, it secretly satiates.

To all hidden thoughts and sentiments,

A dream always gives a much needed vent.

Even when everything in life goes wrong,

Our dreams inspire us to move on.

Dreams are like motion pictures created inside a mortal’s mind,

And they always help us to relax and unwind.

Dreams offer at least a temporary respite,

From the regular gift of sorrows that our Generous God so graciously provides.

By offering us this free form of entertainment,

With mortals, Guilty Mr. God, seems to have made a settlement.