Thursday 30 October 2014

The Valentine's Song




Penned By Narayan-Chandra Rauf - Alias B D Narayankar

If only I was in your life,

sitting besides you
I would have emptied my love
to make you at ease, 
while you suffered the "puppy" blues 

If only I was in your life,

I would have caressed your
eyes brimming with 
crisp Womanly feelings

If only I was in your life,

I would have brushed aside
the tress of your hair
synced with your parched lips

If only I was in your life,

I would have placed my lips
on your ears and called you:
Shona, O Shonal

Nevertheless,

if someone does all these
for you
Remember me, 
for my heart 
will be on the edges
sometime in first week of 
Valentine's month, 
My Love!

Tuesday 28 October 2014

Living Life Drop By Drop

Wallpapers for cellphone Love In Rain

Penned By B D Narayankar

The peck of your love
I had placed 
in my searing heart
has started to melt.

I live drop by drop
as the emotions drifts
down my heart.
I will take my last breath
with the final drop 
of your love,
Darling!

Monday 27 October 2014

Poem: If Only I Had You In My Life



Penned By B D Narayankar

A lonely person wanders
through the streets 
of this city
straying from door to door

He carries some loose ends of life,
a few demons of everyday problems
and sorrows sprinkled over his spicy poems - 
all with a vain hope of a destination.

If only
I had your love
to lean on, Darling!

Sunday 26 October 2014

Poem: Knitting Shreds Of Love At Wipro - Fifth In The Series



Penned By B D Narayankar

Come, let's do something 
which people would 
remember
even after we have gone

Let's fill the blank faces
with the letters of love
or let's throw away the
doomed lines of
our palms

Let's pick up the shreds
of our "shattered" hearts
and knit the edges 
piece by piece

Come, let's do something,
now here at Wipro,
which people 
would remember
even after we have gone

Saturday 25 October 2014

Poem: The Philosophy Of Life And Death At Wipro - Fourth In Series


Penned By B D Narayankar

Entering as I did inside 
the Wipro auditorium
I heard a faint voice
from behind -
Love is poison
Love is death.

Settling down in the chair
with your voice behind
asking for a corner seat
I told myself taking 
a deep breathe thus -
I am afraid of Life,
as I know not
when and where 
it will strike.

As for Death,
it's okay.
It strikes, 
but once,
My Love

Friday 24 October 2014

Poem: The Dance of Hope At Wipro - Third In Series


Penned By B D Narayankar

Homes are not made 
with bricks and cement
You neither find
solace in them

If you find solace in someone's eyes,
make home there
Because home is there
where solace is

I see my dreams getting 
realised in your eyes, 
honey!

Poem: Heating Love Going Cold At Wipro - Second In Series



Penned By B D Narayankar

All evening 
the cold vibes raged;
all evening our eyes spoke
at Wipro

I emptied my eyes
of all tender emotions 
You shed all love
from your eyelids

All evening we kept the flames alive
All evening we heated love
going cold 
in the rains outside

Thursday 23 October 2014

Poem: The Milky Splendor At Wipro - First Of The Series


Penned By B D Narayankar

I always imagined this -
When you appear,
dressed in 
creamy-red Moghul breeches (chudidars),
the cross will fall
from Christ's hands
The God will blink
in His meditation

That's exactly what I felt
when you came attired thus 
and sat three seats away
from me at Wipro,
last evening

Tuesday 21 October 2014

The Day After The Laliths



Penned By B D Narayankar

A withered paper -
crumpled and ripped
trashed into the dustbin

A dry branch - 
axed, cut into pieces
and consigned to flames

Like a withered and dry day -
useless, colorless,
meaningless,
without you

Monday 20 October 2014

You Need Rest, Honey!



Penned By B D Narayankar

Today,
at the Laliths
Seeing you whole day long
My eyes were hurt;
eyelids burnt

I felt as though
the kohl (kajal) had fallen 
from your holy eyes
And, 
with it the meaning 
of life, irretrievably lost

You need rest
You need peace
You need dear ones (mother, father)
around you
for the tiny Life 
throbing within

Can't see you straining
Can't see you 
busy, any longer
You need rest
You need peace,
My Love

Sunday 19 October 2014

Poem: The Gravity Of Love - Post-IGates



Penned By B D Narayankar

When you faded away 
from my eyes
at the IGates
I had this strange belief 
in the law of Gravity:
That whatever is 
tossed up in the sky
shall come back

That evening,
I had tossed
the hope of your return
in the sky,
My Love

Saturday 18 October 2014

The Erosion of Congress Over The Years



The picture of Congress erosion:
• In Tamil Nadu, the last Congressman who took oath as chief minister was M Bhaktavatsalam. That was October 1963. It lost power in Tamil Nadu in 1966 and has not discovered the route to popularity ever since.
• In West Bengal, there has been no Congress CM since April 1977, since Siddhartha Shankar Ray.
• In Uttar Pradesh, there has been no Congress chief minister since December 1989, since N D Tiwari.
• Bihar has seen no Congress chief minister since March 1990, since Jagannath Mishra.
• Take Gujarat. No Congressman has occupied the post of CM since Madhavsinh Solanki in 1989.
• In Tripura, a Congressman was last sworn in as chief minister in February 1992. The Congress has been out of power since April 1993.
• In Madhya Pradesh and Chhattisgarh, the Congress has been kept out of power by the BJP since 2003.
• In Odisha, Naveen Patnaik has rendered the Congress irrelevant since 2000. In 2014, the party scored 0/21 in the Lok Sabha polls and 16/147 in the Assembly polls.
The crux lies in an eroding leadership and corroding core, the idea of what the Congress is about. In power, the Congress does not stand up for what it claims to represent. Out of power, it can’t articulate what it stands for. The Congress is wracked by an absence of ideas and a void in its leadership. The singular Gandhi —the Mahatma—has been appropriated, and the plural—the Gandhi family name —has been rendered ineffective by a reluctant heir.
Politics cannot be conducted on blue-tooth connections sans ownership. To appreciate the value of leadership and ideas, one has to only look at the BJP before and after 2013. Narendra Modi took the remnants of the BJP in 2013 and converted it into a winning unit. He took ownership, redefined the core with his ideas and passionately engaged with the party and the people. The 2004 and 2009 victory afforded the Congress and its leadership an opportunity for renaissance. It was squandered when the leadership opted for the CEO-model, where power was shielded from responsibility, and authority was divorced from accountability.
Power may or may not be poison, but in politics the quest for power cannot be a part-time occupation. The dictum ‘shape up or ship out’ holds true in politics too. Congress needs new ideas and leadership. If survival is the imperative, the choice is binary: either the leadership finds new ideas or the Congress gets the idea and finds a new leadership.
There is, of course, always the Gandhian option of dissolving into oblivion.

Those Cloudy Eyes



Penned By B D Narayankar 

Standing underneath
the umberella of the sky,
the cold dark hues 
of the night
dissolves in the
floating clouds

Standing underneath
the umberella of the sky,
I have always thought
that sometimes
I would scoop by my finger
the spreading darkness,
and ever so slyly
paint your eyes
with cold dark hues
of the night
Like sometimes
you paint your eyes
with Kajal

Friday 17 October 2014

Poem: The Paper Boat At The IGates - Third Of The Three In Series

Sailing Away - sad, girl, boat, fantasy, lady

Penned By B D Narayankar

Boats, ships

each one of
them
finds a shore,
but not a 
paper boat!

I am that paper boat,

and you are my shore,
My Love!

Will I get

to you
in this birth,
or next?
Tell me,
Honey

Poem: Silences At IGates - The Second of Three In Series


Penned By B D Narayankar

I wanted to say
what I wanted to say
which I didn't
for a long time

But when I saw you
bathed in the blues (shirt)
and the greens (leggings)
at  IGates
I had the feeling
I had already said
this to you

Is it necessary
to say what
I had never said
it to you before?

Behind the loudness
there are silences in 
your eyes
I can hear them say
those three magic words,
My Love!

Thursday 16 October 2014

Poem: Impressions at IGates - First of Three Series



Penned By B D Narayankar

Whenever you looked 
at me at the IGates 
with love today
I prayed for death 
next moment

A little poem,
standing near 
said to me with teary eyes:
Chupp (silence)
You shouldn't say
such things
Who will then 
weave me into
your verses
Don't leave me
as an orphan,
poet!

I replied:
It's better to be with
her (my love), than you
I want to die soon;
I want to reincarnate soon
I just want to be with her,
alongside, always (read other half)
Can't resist anymore
her deep, beautiful eyes
oozing out love for me

Look into those eyes,
my poem
You will 
feel to die,
die soon,
reincarnate,
reincarnate soon
just to be with her, 
alongside, always

Look into somebody's eyes,
fall for her,
die,
leave me alone,
you give me pain,
only pain,
my dear poem

Note: Don't take death in literal sense

Tuesday 14 October 2014

I See You In Every Beautiful Being


Penned By B D Narayankar

Last evening
an intelligent,
beautiful girl
over phone innocently 
told me:
You are a flatterer
You flatter every woman
by calling them beautiful

How should I tell her:
I see you (beloved) in her

And how should I tell you:
I see them in you

You are in each 
one of them
You mirror womanhood
They mirror womanhood
How should I tell
her?
And how should I tell
you, 
my love?

You And I, Don't Die!





Penned BY B D Narayankar

Embroiled
in the web of life
these culprits -
lovers -
are pulverised on earth

But every time
they rise,
only to be crushed again,
something 
pulls them back into their bodies

Bodies are quashed,
split, separated:
Bodies wear away,
Only lovers live on,
They never die
They cannot die

Yes, 
you and I
do not die,
we are eternal,
we are undying
Because lovers are
no less than souls,
my love

Sunday 12 October 2014

Growing Up For You


Penned By B D Narayankar

Growing up I was
Then a thought emerged
That I must stop growing
The life I am drinking,
that is muddied
Stale are the pieces 
of happiness
Shades of hope are
hacked to pieces
And hauled away on 
the head by merciless life

I vouch for peace
once I return home
But see wailing Rudaalis (TV editors)
on screen
Somewhere the dreams of 
people are being slit
Someone has molested a 
four-year-old!
Watching these pics
I barge out of my house
And ask myself:
From childhood to till date
All these have been going on
Then, how necessary is it to grow? ...

But whenever you gaze into my eyes
with love while we meet
I feel it's necessary to grow,
for you, 
to protect you
from these evils,
my love

In How Many Years ISL Breakeven?

When Athletico de Kolkata host Mumbai City FC at the 68,000-seater Salt Lake Stadium on Sunday, it will see India's two big passions -- Bollywood and cricket - come together with the hope of creating a third one that pulls the masses, feeds their hunger for stardom, brings in the money and is for keeps.

Thay have basked in, or seen, the rush for the Indian Premier League (IPL), the city-based cricket league. But they will find the Indian Super League (ISL), football's answer to the IPL in India, to be a different ballgame, one that will take a lot more to come together and will need much more time to do so. "We should reach close to breakeven by year five," admits Gaurav Modwel, CEO of FC Pune City, the Pune franchise. "In the long run, I think, it might be bigger than the IPL."
There are many parallels between the ISL and IPL models. They are both city-based sporting leagues, with eight teams each. The bulk of a team's revenues come from dividing what is called the 'central pool' in the IPL, which comprises TV rights and principal sponsorships.

In IPL, this central pool was substantial from the start and has since grown further. It's what enabled cricket franchises operating on annual costs of Rs 100-150 crore to post a profit or, at worst, end with a marginal loss.

ISL is, by comparison, a smaller operation. Each team is looking at an average annual cost of Rs 50 crore. It's not yet clear how much revenue they will end up with. A crude calculation done by ET, based on individual metrics provided by stakeholders in the league, suggest that teams are looking at a loss of Rs 20-30 crore in year one.

Besides the lower popularity of football, ISL also presents fewer --and smaller -- opportunities to monetise than IPL. Take advertising. A three-hour IPL match offers about 40-42 minutes of TV advertising, spaced out between overs.

By comparison, a 90-minute game of football only has a single break, of 15 minutes. "In this, seven-eight minutes will be for ads and the rest for programming," says Sanjay Gupta, chief operating officer at STAR India, the broadcaster and co-promoter of ISL. In addition, there will be about four minutes on either side of the match. That's about 16 minutes in all.

In the case of IPL, since TV rights were sold, the size of the central pool was known at the outset. In ISL, since STAR India is a co-promoter, along with sports management firm IMG and Reliance Industries, it is not paying any TV rights money. What comes to the central pool from the TV side is effectively a function of how many ads can be sold.

According to two stakeholders who didn't want to be named, at least half of these 16 minutes will go to the league sponsors. Hero MotoCorp is the principal sponsor, Maruti Suzuki the associate sponsor and Pepsi, Puma, Nice Gel and Muthoot Finance the remaining sponsors. Hero is paying Rs 54 crore for three years and Maruti Rs 20-22 crore, says a senior official of a media-buying firm representing a sponsor on condition of anonymity. "It always helps to get in early," says Manohar Bhat, vice president, marketing, Maruti Suzuki, while declining to reveal the sponsorship amount. "We are betting on the fact that it will be a success."

In the first year, back-of-the-envelope calculations show that if STAR sells eight minutes of ads per match at Rs 1 lakh per 10 seconds -- the rate for the recently concluded Fifa World Cup -- it will earn about Rs 29 crore from TV advertising.
Extrapolating the numbers reportedly paid by Hero and Maruti, the best-case scenario for sponsorship is about Rs 41 crore.

That's a total central pool of about Rs 70 crore. Of this, about 60-70% of central revenue is expected to be split among the eight teams -- or Rs 6-7 crore per team. Other revenue streams are expected to fetch teams about Rs 15 crore, resulting in a net loss of about Rs 15 crore.

It still might not be a bad longterm business, feels Vinit Karnik, national director, sports and live events atGroupM ESP. "Profit and loss is not the only metric to look at ISL," he says. "It's eventually a valuations game."

One lever for valuations is what makes India a 'can't-ignore' for global business and sport: its population, next only to China. About 150 million TV viewers in India watch soccer, primarily the European soccer leagues. "The challenge, however, is how are we going to convert the followers of European football to Indian football," says Karnik.

ISL franchises will look for tie-ups with global clubs. It's a symbiotic relationship. The foreign clubs can feed the Indian clubs marquee players; the Indian clubs can provide the foreign clubs new fans.

"Look at what happened in Chinese football," says Sameer Manchanda, chairman and managing director ofDEN Networks, which owns the Delhi franchise. "Alibaba recently bought a 50% stake in Guangzhou Evergrande Football Club for around $192 million," he says. "This is the kind of opportunity we are looking at in ISL too."

The seeds of such partnerships have already been sown. Atletico Madrid, a leading Spanish league team, has tied up with the Kolkata franchise, Dutch club Feyenoord with Delhi and Italian club Fiorentina with Pune.

Some like Manchanda of DEN Networks, which owns 100% of the Delhi Dynamos team, also see ISL as a platform to build and crosspromote its new broadband business.

For now, most team owners --which include industrialists (like Sanjiv Goenka, Harsh Neotia and Venugopal Dhoot), cricketers ( Sachin Tendulkar, Sourav Ganguly, MS Dhoni and Virat Kohli) and Bollywood stars (Salman Khan, Ranbir Kapoor and John Abraham) -- are talking about passion for the sport.

"The idea is to build Indian football," says Modwel of the Pune franchise. "If the sport does well, we will gain from the increase in valuation as well. But the real valuation game starts after the first few years."

Ecstasy Is Your Name, My Love






Penned By Narayan-Chandra Rauf - Alias B D Narayankar

While weaving your name 
in a verse of my poem
When I am able to dig meaning 
from the thorny alleys of words
My palms are slit
And fingers bleed
But ...
The moment your name is on my lips
My soul comes to grips 
with ecstasy

Friday 10 October 2014

When I heard you would go on long leave ...


Penned By B D Narayankar

From a kite floating along
The heart of mine fell 
on a molten turf
And began to melt
It wore the sheeth of frozen snow
Which could not hold the heat
of your long leave news

First my breath stopped for a while 
Then the words blabbered
And one by one melted in my lips
The groan of dying words 
could be heard from some distance
And then everything disappeared

Life is a cycle
After the pain sets
happiness rises
I will wait for your return
with bated breath
to see you carrying
your childhood in your arms
You wouldn't know for ages
I have been waiting
for this moment to happen, 
honey


Thursday 9 October 2014

The Agony Behind Karisma Kapoor's Smiling Face



Penned By B D Narayankar

Yesterday, my love
I was with Karisma
for an interview

In a room with her
my mind traversed back
to watching 
Biwi No. 1
on screen,
over a decade ago

Both heroes,
both heroines
so beautiful,
saying things 
larger than life:
their actions -
ideal for anyone to see

At the end of the film
Salman holds the hand
of Karisma
and in one eyeful
apologises for his mistake

How real was he -
the reel lifepartner Salman 
and how fake is he -
Karisma's real lifepartner

I wish,
no woman,
specially you (beloved)
suffers like this,
for I saw agony writ
all over Karisma's
smiling face

Can there be anything worthy
for me
than seeing you happy in life,
my love

Wednesday 8 October 2014

The "Falling" Absence



Penned By B D Narayankar

In the dark, dusky yesterday night
beyond the office glasses
between two birds perched
on either side of the road
The rain fell, quietly, gently
neatly

There were noises
There were vehicles
They were plying

Beyond the rattling sound
somewhere in my heart
on another turf
your absence fell, gently, quietly
all night
drip by drip 

Tuesday 7 October 2014

A Tiny Poem At Jayalalithaa, Infosys "Doorsteps"



Penned By B D Narayankar

After spending a day-long time
at the court portals
I came to the office
with burdens of Jaya case
So tired was I,
I felt my mind will give in

Not to say,
the thought 
of missing Infosys
event tomorrow (today)
shrunk my heart, even further

A tiny little poem, from somewhere,  
stood before me 
held my hand and said -
Give me your pain,
I will make you weave a poem

And will see to it,
each word kisses the lips of your dear ones,
including your beloved, 
the Moon as you call her!
That's my promise,
my dear poet

Monday 6 October 2014

Alone In The Bed ...


Penned By Narayan-Chandra Rauf

You embraced my heart

with your arms,
pressed it to your chest,
and put it to sleep
by singing psalms,
reciting poems
at nights

You spoilt my heart
by coddling it.

Without you, now

my heart sobs
alone in the bed.

Foolishness Of Intellectual Fascists Like Guha

Rakesh Sinha writes: 
The Doordarshan telecast of Mohan Bhagwat’s traditional Vijayadashami address has triggered a mini ‘outrage’ in certain political and intellectual quarters. The government has been pilloried for ‘using majoritarianism’. Those crying murder include cricket writer-turned-historian Ramchandra Guha, whose origins—both ideological and political—lie in anti-RSSism, patronised by a system that practised intellectual fascism.
Formed in 1925, RSS has grown in ideological and physical reach. Intriguingly, the discourse has centred only on RSS as a body, rather than its ideology. But every negative practice carries some positive aspects. The anti-RSS untouchability turned it into an idea whose reach has exceeded its organisational boundaries, something the secularists fail to comprehend.
The outrage at DD’s telecast of Bhagwat’s speech reflects secularists’ twin agony. First, the Sarsanghchalak’s speech carried messages transcending geographical and ideological limits. He raised fundamental questions—erosion of values in life, growing consumerism and its side-effects like deconstruction of the family. Sociological metamorphosis of this degenerative kind is today a world worry. Be it former British PM John Major or Japanese leadership of the 80s and 90s, all had earlier cautioned their societies against becoming individualistic and mechanical and neglecting family.
Bhagwat touched the hearts of common people who find a sea of difference between what they heard from him and the Sangh’s image the patronised intellectuals and media projected. This is uncomfortable for such propagandist intellectuals. Their de-legitimisation, if people begin judging from their own intellect rather than the eyes and ears of durbar intellectuals like Guha, is worrying. People like Guha serve the cause of non-BJP parties, enjoying their patronage in return. Most JNU and Delhi University’s social science faculties, at least till the 90s, were directly or indirectly linked to the Communist parties and Nehruvian ideology.  They are anything but independent intellectuals.
Where were these worthies when every second day DD news and private channels aired concocted malice against RSS for its alleged involvement in terrorism? It is this crowd that legitimises such concoction. It is sheer bankruptcy to compare Bhagwat with the Christian clergy or imams. Intellectuals of the Mutual Appreciation Club have blatantly used government agencies, whether DD news or National Book Trust, to promote their ideological siblings. 
Are these ‘intellectuals’ unaware of the fact that not less than 80 consultants were appointed in Doordarshan by the erstwhile UPA regime with hefty salaries? Most, if not all, belong to the same ‘secularist’ fraternity. Doordarshan has to be professional; if it wants to survive, it has to adhere to the market and the parameters of independent news telecasting.
The RSS’ Vijayadashami function was telecast by prominent private channels. Were they afraid of the Sangh? Most of them are known for their anti-RSS bias. DD acted professionally; morally and legally justified. The same DD news, just before the elections, edited Modi’s interview, deleting some of its parts, obviously upon 10 Janpath’s orders. No ‘intellectual’ then raised the issue of ethics or autonomy.
Bhagwat’s speech is significant from another dimension too. He cautioned the nation against Chinese attempts to destabilise India’s economy by using the tool of dumping. A survey reveals that the maximum negative impact of Chinese dumping is on Muslim artisans and traders. Bhagwat redefined Swadeshi in the present context. Chinese goods, like British goods in 1907, are the curse of the Indian economy. Bhagwat has not opposed legitimate trade between the two countries, but only illegitimate economic activity. The Sangh’s appeal against China naturally angers a section of ‘intellectuals’ who are obliged to Beijing. RSS, however, represents the India of over 10,000 years; not the India after 1947, or the immediate future of five years, but of posterity.

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Sunday 5 October 2014

Fingers Of My Moon's Memory




Penned By B D Narayankar

When the fingers of her (beloved) memory
slips through my eyes
And fondling, 
scrooches down to caress
the cheeks of my heart
The heart goes blunt with shame,
and laments:
She (memory) does bad things on me, and -
pecks her name with her lips on my cheeks!


Ha! No chiding can ever make
change her naughty ways!