Moral Corruption

“We have, in fact, two kinds of morality side by side; one which we preach but do not practice, and another which we practice but seldom preach.”
-Bertrand Russell

In today's world if you return the balance from a check that the guest pays at a restaurant, you are considered noble. Hey i was talking about morality here! Now the latest being the suspension of Lalit Modi. Honestly, why is there such a hue & cry about it. Everyone has just one thing to say "Usne Paisa Khaya Hai!" The question i ask is very simple, who amongst them didn't make use of the plenty money falling their way. In other words, " Paisa sab khate hai" who gets caught, is the real catch.Everyone will just completely overlook the real hard work that guy must have done, and now in the public eyes, he becomes the real "Culprit". All he did wrong was, to press the wrong nerve of the wrong person at the wrong time. Till yesterday, Shilpa & Raj Kundra were owners of the Rajasthan Royals team. As soon as this issue hits the media, Shilpa Shetty suddenly changes her statement to being merely the brand ambassador of the team! My favorite guy,Tharoor, who honestly i thought was the real hope to Great Indian Political drama, steps down from his portfolio, gave me a real heartache. Extremely well read man, having the experience of holding important positions at the UN, nouvelle ideas, failed miserably at the most important task: Understanding the "cattle class" which makes up 90% of the Indian population. Only if he understood hes not dealing with the white house anymore. Just when i thought that phew! our country is finally progressing, we have the younger generations of the well known politicians of the erstwhile times. Thud! we hit the ground reality, its all an eye wash. All the hero politicians of mine like Sachin Pilot, J Scindia play the role of the nominal head much like the text book job descriptions of the President, remember president is the 'nominal head' & prime minister the 'real head'. These people were carefully put in place to show, that the younger generation is actively involved, when these people have no real powers vested in them. Like the other day, my sister goes to get a college form, completely unaware that she has to submit a draft and not cash. The guy at the counter looks at her & says pay me Rs. 50 extra for each form & i shall get a draft for you. Just when she does that & leaves, thinking he was sweet, where would i have gotten a draft from, she overhears the guy talking to another boy " Two lanes down is the bank, go get a draft made"! The scenario looks bleak, but hey we are getting there...where?....being moral and preaching it too..!

The Story Of Him

On the walls of my room
night and day,
I'd write one name
everyday.
The thought of him
would make me blush,
Could i really be in love
or was it merely a crush?
I'd go and see him
sharp at one,
And though i would walk
my heart would run.
When i would see him
Sitting right there,
My heart would skip a beat
when i'd go near.
I'd look deep
into his eyes,
where i saw love, truth and no lies.
I'd tell him how much
i loved him
waiting for him
to say the same.
But alas! it would be
my time to go,
This was the time
I'd really feel sad and low.
Hoping tomorrow he'd say
he loved me,
Then my heart would
dance in joy and glee
I'd go to my room and
write his name again,
Whishing the day he'd confess his love
it would rain.
Funny that the one i love
lives in a frame,
He won't blink or smile
or confess his love.
He was he is will always remain
a mere picture,
But i'd still wait for him to come alive.
In a big car and a tuxedo
fellow inmates will look at us
as out of this asylum i drive.

R