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!