I write XIX

I think we as a country are a bunch of hypocrites. We burn Shetty-Gere effigies and elect rapists and murderers to office! We hug a "Whoa, lewinsky" moaning Bill Clinton, and throw newly-in-love stars-in-our-eyes couple in jail for holding hands. We tut tut at bikini clad Baywatch women and make our actresses wear nothing and white sarees and then make them stand under waterfalls. We squirm in our holier-than-thou seats at Ridge making love to Brook on a beach and yet we loudly claim the Kamasutra as our own from our glasshouse rooftops!

Of the girl who dared

To run around on a beach

In God's given glory -

Condemned to loathing

I write.

Of the man who chose

To hold his beloved's hand

Kiss her hard

And be stoned to death

I write.

Of the young who saw

The beauty of life

Chose to love

And were torn apart

By forces of ire

Self-proclaimed upholders of morality

Who kicked the boy

Drained the whisky glass

And raped the girl

Threw her in the ditch

Before heading out

To hold esteemed office

And sue the tramplers of morality

Of the murk behind the holier-than-thou facade,

I write.