Suzushi (Cool) Haiku for the Kulfi Wala

The kulfi wala
sells the sweet cold treats
and wipes his forehead

Kulfi is a chilled milk based Indian dessert. As Delhi burns in the afternoons of May and June, the kulfi vendors roam around in their three wheeler rickshaw. This, one, kulfi wala comes sharp at 3 in the afternoon around my block and chants, ‘Kulfiiiii, Kulfiiii’. We have just finished our lunches and jump at his calls. The yummy kulfi melts in the mouth.
Damn! I want one now. It is 12.30 am. No kulfi. Aaarrgghh.
This is my tribute to those brave kulfi walas.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Resolved

Hello 2013

Resolution time. The every-year affair.

Skinny I, Bye Bye

Skinny I, Bye Bye

1. Delhi is becoming one of the most hostile places on Earth. Hence I am going to hit the gym regularly. I and Shikha will start the Krav Maga training (the most dangerous combat form) in the first quarter of 2013. Beware criminals. Soon, I will be able to puncture your ball sack and slice your tiny dick (and shove it up your dirty ass).

Practice Bass

Practice, Practice, Practice

2. Bass, O dear Bass. I resolve to practice every day and start A-Song-A-Week project. Hope I will get better.

These promises are NOT subject to change at any bloody cost.

 

We Lost A Daughter

Downfall of mankind
compassion gasps its last breaths
man, new breed of beast.

Many call her Nirbhaya (the fearless one), many Amanat (something kept in trust); I have not coined a name for her because she is us, she is you and she is me.

Yesterday at 2:15 pm she left us. She fought the battle like a warrior. Every ounce of her cell shouted time and again, ‘I want to live’. We prayed each day but she had to go. She breathed her last at Mount Elizabeth Hospital, Singapore.

Prayers for her. May she rest in peace. The battle is on now as we vow to take the beasts down, as we vow to butcher them to their death, as we vow to cut every diabolic organ.

For Haiku Heights.

Buy Me a Pepper Spray Can and Butcher Knife

I want a Nepali knife and pepper spray.
Find one for me.
I am not surprised by her request today
Pain is on her face
She hates this bloody place

I tell her to go for a butcher knife
It is better when engaged in strife
And she must brush up her slashing techniques

Because many cocks must be slayed and split wide open
Fuck human rights
For they are beasts
And there are many
Ready for another feast

You all must summon now
Join forces
Slay each one of them
Crush the balls
Slash the sack and
Rip the dick they proudly flaunt.

 

I am sorry but Delhi is slowly turning into one of the most pathetic places to breath. The recent act of gang rape of a 23-year-old para medical student followed by brutal torture in South Delhi has set an example of what they call the ‘Incredible India’ experience. Her male friend was also badly thrashed when he tried to retaliate.

She is currently battling for her life in a government hospital.