By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Easy as pie.’


‘Winning elections. Plus, changing parties.’

Easier than changing diapers, right?

‘Much, much easier.  A piece of pie. And that’s not a lie.’

Yeah, don’t we all know that you’re an apostle of truth. But why?

‘Why what?’

Why did you call her Nachnewali?

‘Call whom?’

Jaya Bacchan, your erstwhile colleague in Samajwadi Party to whom you lost your Rajya Sabha seat.

‘Oh that’s a minor matter. In politics, it’s a non-issue. Moreover it was a pun. A smart play of words. I am Nar and Big B’s bibi is just a Nari.’

Oh, is that? I didn’t know that. But now you’ve to deal with the real Nar, the omnipotent Narendra Bhai, your ever nice as pie new boss.

‘Is he? I think we politicians have no bosses, only slaves. Anyways, I believe he will eat humble pie.’

Could you explain that?

‘Look, it’s simple. First, Araria and Jehanabad, then Phulpur and Gorakhpur.
And now, that Babu guy who heads TDP has ditched him. Shiv Sena would follow soon.

But isn’t he doing a lot of good. I mean GST, Aadhar, rising GDP, MSP et al?

‘All pies in the sky. It’s going to fall soon like a House of Cards. The allies will ditch him one by one I tell you. Come elections, he will eat humble pie.’

Will you too?

‘I am smart and loyal too, I will not ditch him or leave the country unlike some traitors, unless…’

Unless what?

Look, whatever I do comes with a pre-condition. I want a piece of the pie.

I am sorry, I didn’t get you. You have to be more clear.  

‘I want UP_lock, stock, and barrel. I want him to read the writing on the wall and hand over UP to me.’

But what about Yogi then?

‘He can go to the Himalayas for all I care.’

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100 Week Wednesday: Week 62



 “I have been compared with those who dance and work in films,” Naresh Agrawal said today at an event in Delhi to mark his entry to the BJP

Not The First Time Naresh Agrawal Made A Controversial Comment

Former Samajwadi Party leader Naresh Agrawal who joined the BJP took a swipe at actor-turned-politician Jaya Bachchan, stating:
“I have been compared with those who dance and work in films,”.





 By Neel Anil Panicker

The other day I heard our PM Narendra Modi rolling up his sleeves and then after the customary ‘Mitron’ salutation, going forth to ridicule his bête noire and heir apparent to the Congress throne, Rahul Gandhi, even going to the extent of mimicking his speaking style and then ending with the downright demeaning “the kid seems to be learning to speak now”.

Agreed, detractors of Rahul may have a long list of grievances against him including his apparent “non-speaking skills”, his utter lack of political acumen,   his ability to keep putting his foot in his mouth every single time he opens his mouth.

But does that in any way allow one, and especially so, the PM to deride and denigrate and demean the poor soul from every single forum that he graces?

And if you are one of those who doesn’t care a crap about the Congress Party and/or what ails its most prominent poster boy, then all I can say to that is: I am sorry, but I do care a crap.

And that’s  because it is not just about competence or the lack of it; it is not merely about a particular party enjoying brute majority or another tottering in the doldrums, it’s also not just about one being a leader with spell bound oratorical skills or another one who looks as if he suffers from lifelong stage fright.

It is about certain abstracts that help a society remain social if not sociable; attributes that one can’t put a monetary value to such as dignity of the individual and respect for all including and especially towards those who may not match upto our expectations.

I hope Mr Modi and his ilk who day in and day out throw around their awesome weights to pull down ‘outdated’ symbols and institutions and people not to their likings and temperaments realize this.

And I hope this realization dawns sooner on them than later for even if they don’t give a crap, the right thinking, peace loving citizens of this country and elsewhere do give a crap.



By Neel Anil Panicker
MEANING : A useless, worthless, or outmoded person or thing.
EXAMPLE: The Congress needs to pull up its act soon and find an able leader to replace Rahul Gandhi or else it would soon be a dead duck.

By Neel Anil Panicker
MEANING: Something which is very easy
EXAMPLE: PM Modi thought the current demonetisation drive would be easy as a pie.


Cashless life’s a mess

By Neel Anil Panicker

Outside the banks the lines just got longer. It seems both men and machines have gone crazy.

Inside the cubicle-sized ATM kiosk, the forty-something guard Gobind Mishra feels the imprint of a boot on his posterior. His ears are assailed by a stream of filthy abuses.

Another night has slipped by.

Another cash-less day has broken out.

The forty-something guard knows what that means: no food for his wife and two children for the third straight day.

An hour later he walks across to ‘Patriots Diner’.

The offer of “Work available__no money, only food”, is too tempting to refuse.


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 19/16

Stream of Consciousness – Yes

This week Linda has given us ‘yes’ to use in our Stream of Consciousness posts. We get an extra point for starting and finishing the post by using these letters too

Why all of us must support Mr Modi, PM of India
By Neel Anil Panicker
Yes, I am short of cash to pay my cablewallah and my maid and my neighborhood pop and mom store that supplies me with my daily milk and bread and other essentials. And yes, I have stopped eating chicken or fish or other such gastronomic luxuries. And yes, I have borrowed a few hundreds (just a few, and God bless the benefactor’s soul for the sudden largesse) simply to help tide over the current crisis.
And it is not just me who is in a similar plight. As I step out of my house every day an all too familiar sight greets me all over the city, across banks and ATMs and all around including the interior arteries of every small nook and corner of this capital city. It is not just Delhi. The whole of India is lining up in long, serpentine queues that seem never to ever end.
And I can lay my last ten rupee (legal, mind you!) that the old man in a half torn betel stained shirt and matching lungi who is standing there in that queue over there; his wizened pockmarked face a picture of anxiety and extreme despair is suffering a hundred times more than you and I and all others who comprise the educated, working middle class populace of this country.
And I am dead sure he has been standing in one queue after another from the crack of dawn hoping against hope to somehow lay his hands upon a few crispy new notes in exchange for that crumpled and smudgy five hundred rupee note that he clutches in the fingers of his frail hands.
But if you look closely, burrow deep into his cataract damaged eyes, you will find that behind the outward veneer of anxiety and pain and uncertainty, there is a sense of happiness, a feeling of fulfillment, a restoration of faith and belief in the dignity of labour.
The common man on the street, those law abiding men and women who live a life of dignity, toiling for and earning their daily bread through lawful means feel happy and fulfilled; even slightly superior to all those others who have been looting and plundering and robbing the wealth of this great country of ours to fund their hideously obscene lifestyles for a lot many years while outwardly wearing the false cloaks of societal respect and dignity whilst portraying themselves as paragons of virtue.
Yes, it is for this silent, suffering majority who today line up in seemingly never ending day-long queues to get their hands on a few precious new notes that Mr Narendra Modi is batting for.
It is for the all of us lawful tax paying citizens of this country that he has come with this unique, path breaking initiative to wipe out the face of black money from this country.
The naysayers and the anarchists and the doomsday predictors among us may put forth a million reasons why this noble well intentioned measure will fail, with some even casting aspersions on the very intentions of Modi and his government.
But then, do we really care about the opinions of such ‘good for nothing’ arm chair intellectuals and these power-drunk self serving breed of politicians who know and do nothing other than to beat their chests and shout from rooftops attributing ill manner of ill conceived motives and laying about pessimistic scenarios?
My answer to that is a big NO.
Should we, instead, go all out in supporting any such noble step that at least tries in some small measure to help wipe out at least a portion of the black money component that has been the bane of the Indian economy for centuries?
If you ask me, the answer to that, as I believe it would be for all who love this great country of ours, is a resounding YES.


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 19/16


Thank you Dear Indian Soldiers, Thank you Modiji

Oh! brave commandos
Real blood flows,
In your mighty veins.

When we slept you struck
No such luck,
For our enemies

Well done, Modiji
acts have done,
what mere words could not

Image result for surgical strike in POK by Indian soldiers

We salute you, Sir
India wins
Pakistan loses.


Dear Mr Narendra Modi,
At times keeping quiet may be a virtue, especially when all others around you are making unnecessary noises.
But what does one do when such noises go beyond human tolerances and begin not just to jar our senses but also to attack our brains with a ferocity that threatens to smash our brains to smithereens?
What do we do then?
Well, if it is a person or even a group, a reasonable option would be to move away from all this; to go to a place where the noises do not reach; a place of safety where tranquility and peace reigns.
But, then, what do we do when the culprit is not a person or a group but an entire nation and the victim is not just a person or a group or even a region but every single person of a nation?
What do we do when that evil nation is our next door neighbour Pakistan and the hapless target of its diabolically evil plans is our dear country India?
Do we still sit with folded hands and wait for the attacks to stop; to hope and pray that the animosity and antagonism; the hate and the evil slowly lessen and fade out with the passage of time?
Or, do we once and for all put an end to this madness; this mindless, senseless vicious cycle of slayings and killings? Do we cross the borders and teach Pakistan a lesson in good manners that it will remember for all its life?

Time is precious and we are currently sitting on a time bomb that can explode any moment. I will not waste a single moment here and come to the point.
As an ordinary law abiding citizen of India, I am writing this on behalf of the over 1.2 billion people of this great country not just to convey our deep anguish and hurt over the attacks at our army base yesterday or even to express our condolences over the despicable, utterly cruel, evilish act which has lead to the snuffing away of the lives of over 17 of our brave army men?

No, Sir, this is not the time to dwell on what happened yesterday or what has been happening for all these years. Nor is it the moment to mourn over the deaths of countless others of our brethren including innocent civilians of this great nation who have been slaughtered over the decades by these inhuman merchants of death from across the border.
The purpose of this letter is to beseech you nee tell you in unequivocal terms to put an end to this utterly senseless, barbaric act of Pakistan once and for all by declaring war on that evil incarnate called Pakistan.

Dear Mr Modi, The other day we saw you in the arms of your mother, feeling loved and wanted.
The picture of the two of you__ proud mother and obedient, loving son, arms and hearts entwined, warmed the cockles of our hearts.
Our chests swelled with pride looking at this pure, unadulterated celebration of sheer human joy.
The picture also told us a few things about you. That you are a good man; a man of deeply ingrained noble values; a man blessed with a good soul.
It also reaffirmed our faith in you. It showed us that in electing you as the leader of our country, we have not erred one bit.
That the overwhelming mandate by which we elected you as the prime minister of this nation was a well thought out, judicious decision and will certainly not go to waste.
Dear Modiji, you come from a nation of iron men, men of steel, men of mettle who know how to settle__disputes and all__once and for all.
The time has come for you to repose that trust, to fulfil your promise, to tell the world and its neighbour what India and Indians are capable of.
We have heard your roar. It is time you go for the kill.
It is time you pick up the gun to put the gun down.
That is the only way to usher in ache din.
Yours in anticipation,
A citizen of India