OH MY INDIA... PART II

India copied its constitution from Western democracies. But in practice has made a mockery of it. The country boasts as the largest practicing democracy in the world at all world forums. But the truth is far from it in real sense. There are many scamsters, cheats and anti socail lements facing court cases and some were convicted too who are continuing in the government.Family rule has become a right. When a leader dies, his son or wife or daughter succeeds him to the position. It is a game of rehabilitation. In fact, the highest house of elders has become the place of political rehabilitation and to appaese some old horses who can not run.... indians suffer from slavish mentality and degradation and do not display any self thinking and prefer to act like a flock of sheep devoid of thinking brains that is the usual practice. The puppet show at central governmnet goes on .. In fact it is a mockery of democracy in spirit and action and apology to the word of democracy....These are expressed as poems:


Oh My India .... Part II




Noble dance of Indian origin

Lost to the greedy five star culture

Dance as Kathak@ has met it’s doom

As dancers gyrate for lusty vultures


(@ Kathak is an Indian ancient traditional Dance with oigin in Orissa State )

Dancers display their swinging breasts

And show off their fleshy thighs and arms

All those in hotel watch with lust

And I feel sorry for the fallen norms

Crooked devils lurking in a corner

Plan and kidnap innocent dames

Helpless parents turn into mourners

As the police twist it into a political game

Merit in India is already buried in a sump

Deep in the pits at a garbage dump

Caste is the basis for ones rise

It is high time the youth rise and be wise

College seats are sold to the worthless

Who are ready to pay in Lakhs

Bright and needy remain jobless

And move about with empty sacks


The bright and smart leave the country

They settle down in foreign nations

The guys take a vow never to return

And this has become todays fashion

Gandhi the apostle of peace was shot and killed

Leaders have wiped off his memory and are thrilled

Indian future is in shambles and bleak

As criminals smuggle at Mumbai’s creek

Poor Gandhi who brought us the freedom

Never thought, it would be a family fiefdom

Political parties gang up after election battle

While Pakistani rifles at border always rattle

When a leader in a blast kicks the bucket

His wife is sure to get the assembly or parliament seat

The parties remain a family right

As the cadres are suppressed with all might

When Indira Gandhi died to the sten gunsof the body guards

Rajiv was pushed into her mighty chair

He also died in blast of a Lankan suicide bomber

And Sonia’s claim to the chair was thought to be very fair

The nation is in midst of crooks galore

As pseudo secularists enjoy dames, money and fanfare

Age old values of Gandhian era

Have gone down the drain without an aura



END

Bibliography

1. Prof Dr Colonel ( Retired) K Prabhakar Rao, Anguish of an Indian ( Engish poetry), Cow Books, Sindhu printers, Shop no. 20, Municipal complex, Medak, AP, India..502110, PP 23-25