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Sataric Verses on Auto Drivers, Stock Markets, Marriage and Inflation

Bengaluru Auto Drivers
Moves like king of streets Abruptly he turns For many it’s not about the fare It’s not about reaching someone somewhere It is all about chatting with friends without a care
Request or urge him to come there With looks like a maharaja of the yore He with his eyes will suggest you are an eye sore And continue with his snore  There are a obliging few meters as honest and resolute as the morning dew no rhyme or rhythm for its upward move Before you realise you have pledged a fortune.

Stock Markets
BULLS AND BEARS WE ARE THEY SAY
YOUR MONEY IS WHAT THEY PREY
AT OUR COST, THEY MAKE HAY
THE FUNDAMENTALS ARE STRONG SAID ONE EXPERT
ANOTHER SAID, CHARTS ARE WAITING TO SPURT
INVEST FOR THE LONG TERM SAID MANY
ALL BOOKED THEIR PROFITS AND TOOK MY LAST PENNY
HERE WE ARE THE LAMBS
BELIEVING IN MARGINS AND DERATIVES
NOT READING THE DISCLAIMERS

Are BMTC buses meant for transporting goods?

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The below attached photographs are from 314 series (KA01FA1583) on 01/11/2015 at 7:30 a.m. Half the bus was occupied with the goods. There was no place to move around. This is a common situation in BMTC buses. No wonder people refrain using BMTC especially if they can afford private transport. What's the use of 1000s of Bus days?

I am happy to have given up on religion

What would happen if people of different religions practiced their religions arduously in their homes and when they step out not hurt others belief? Religion is the mockery of civilisation I feel, when I see instances of places of worship being attacked or one religion imposing itself on another. It seems people who believe in God cause more damage to God only because of his name". I'm happy to have given up on religion because for sake of one religion, I don't have lynch, kill, burn or break anyone or anything.

Funny Poetry on Schools, Doctors, and Bengaluru Roads

Bengaluru Roads
A monument of potholes

Neither gold bar
Nor in them you can find tar

To lay them, they say we spend crores
But they crumble due to droppings of a few crows

Rain, Rain come any day
But don't wash our roads away

We don't want roads of Beverly hill
At least, not ones, which resemble a landfill.

Schools

Every kid needs education
Else how will schools charge donation

Schools charge high fees parents say
Along with Munni, parents get educated in doing projects, schools replay.

To teach sonny all the alphabet
Parents become school's puppet

Sometimes founders day, many a times this or that day
Through their noses, parents have to pay

Fees which put to shame sleaze
Kids who say Amma instead of Mummy, pay fine, please

Schools call themselves international
Just because their website is operational

Parents made it despite studying in normal schools.
What makes them sleep outside convent schools?

Is it an inferiority complex?
Or has education become complex.

The Journali…

A Day In The Life Of A Biryani Lover

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Have you ever confessed love for a particular item, I mean, food item? I don’t hide my love for mutton biryani, to the extent that, my name has been prefixed by the word mutton biryani on many an instances. A few of my friends have suggested that I’ve an Obsessive Compulsory Disorder for Mutton Biryani and they are not any farther from the truth than a motorist would be from a pothole on Bengaluru road. There are days when everything appears to me like a biryani usually when a weekend is approaching and I’ve planned to have biryani at a particular place. Here is a narration of one such day.

Usually, I wake up as fresh as a biryani which has not been eaten for days but on this particular Friday I woke up with all the anticipation of a weekend.


To begin with I had to burn the calories, which is a more difficult process than making a Hyderabadi Biryani. Just because I eat a lot of goat’s meat, Oats is what I get at breakfast to eat.
 After all the jogging and exercising I come back home onl…

Formula Poetry

Poem 1

(a+b)2 has made lives difficult

To find (300+222)2 is not making stones melt

In life, we want everything as per the equation

But the result is always in transition

Wives want their husbands to be sages while they shop

Husbands want their wives to fit in their pre-marriage top

In-laws want their daughter/son-in-law to be without a flaw

While suspecting them as an outlaw.

Parents want their children to succeed

More than their relative or neighbour’s breed.

(a+b)2 is not as difficult as it is made by some

If we realize, both a and b are never same in every sum



Poem 2

N20 is the formula for laughing gas

H2O fills the drinking glass

If chemistry could be to life’s problem, the solution

Satire is not required to soothe the human emotion

Every house would have a lab, instead of a tap

Politicians would have one issue less to yap



Poem 3

Every action, has an equal and opposite reaction said son of a Brit

Which I understood only in spirit

Everytime my boss temper sn…

Amer Fort, Jaipur - A Fascinating Page From Our Rich History

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