Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Powerless Superpower!

The country that is being touted as the super power of the future saw a red letter day in its history when 300 million people of Northern India were afflicted by a power outage that lasted for more than 15 hours, scripting in golden letters the worst blackout of the decade. And I was a witness to the event when this saga was being scrolled!

The Northern Grid that collapsed supplies electricity to Uttar Pradesh, Punjab, Haryana, rajasthan and Himachal Pradesh.

The bolt from the blue hit the water distribution system and Metro services with the operations at the Airport largely remaining unaffected due to the diesel generating back up system. A total of roughly 35,669 MW power had been affected due to the failure in the northern grid and the power for emergency services was restored on a priority basis by taking loans from western and eastern regions as well as Bhutan.

At 2 am a blinding black out gave way to what I thought could have been a usual summer siesta that the power usually took in the hot humid days of July.! The morning was a shocker with the radio jockey telling the city in a sadistic somberness that the northern grid had failed and much of the northern Indian sub-continent will have to live through the ordeal as a changeless choice. I wondered if this was the run to the aspirations of being a super power, where even a stray pet could plunge millions to darkness.

Some astonishing facts baring the truth about the powerless promises we are often handed out before an election as a pamphlet of ambitious manifestos.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

An Ode To the Copycat

It is a cheap bargain for them
hijacking your high
they love the glare and gold
and ween to be worshipped
apathy airs their sleep
in the abortive barrens of
hubristic hopes,
they sully the word
with their stale sterotype
squaring slogans to shame
fame, fortune and fervor
are their coveted cravings
like daughters of joy.

Monday, July 23, 2012

In August

In August ache was an aged ally
bleeding through eyes, nose and mouth
as watery wisp or crimson canary.
In August you visited friends
while I confided in strangers
so senseless.

In August you were wearing wings
while catching a flight
or sailing on escalators
while I leaned listlessly on lifts
and took the bus.
In August we dressed
in a nine to five folly
to repress solitude's spinster act.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Dear Mr/Ms Politician

Once in every five years
the blue ink tattoos
a foolish forefinger
for a promise pronounced
at the cost of a manifesto
like a marriage agreement
nailed with nuptial niceties.

We are coerced to a choice
in the name of responsibility
accepting asphyxiation as a peerless pick,
you continue to feed your children
with a golden spoon
and compile cold cash
with your hands in our mouths
you fill your pockets
with more brass
while building for us
palaces in air.