Tomichan Matheikal's blog

One infant grows up and becomes a Modi Another settles down quietly with shaadi This one the coveted circle hates to enter That one gets a cabinet rank in the centre I am just glad as glad can be That I am not them, and they are not me With all my heart I do admire Politicians with their pneumatic tyre And the flashing bulb on the roof Also the hooter that’s foolproof And the way they take each poll in gaudy pomp And maim each opponent as they romp My limp and bashful spirit feeds On other people’s heroic deeds You’d think my ego it would please To vote to power one of these Well, ego it might be pleased enough But the queue at the booth is rough stuff I’d rather be a spectator than cast the vote For people who will only rock my life’s boat Confession : This is a parody on Ogden Nash’s classical poem, The Confessions of a Born Spectator , inspired by Gujarat’s decision to make voting compulsory for all adult citizens.

Kissing is certainly better than killing.  The Kiss of Love movement that started in Kerala in protest against the moral policing perpetrated by the Bharatiya Janata Yuva Mortuary (as it should be named) is spreading to many other places including Delhi.  This is the real Pink Revolution, I think.  Our Prime Minister introduced the phrase ‘pink revolution’ during his election campaign in the so-called Hindi belt to refer to the beef industry allegedly sponsored by the Congress Party.  Cheap gimmicks don’t actually take one long way.  So the PM has cleaned his ways by taking up the broom which act was converted into another gimmick by his followers. What the youth of today are demanding is a vision beyond such gimmicks.  We don’t want divisive politics, they are asserting.  The people of India don’t want a government that will decide what they will eat or wear, which religion they will practise or don’t practise, and who they will marry or befriend.  The people want a gove