Loopholes in ‘THE DRILL’



I have always feted the finesse of the bureaucrats and politicians at fixing managerial affairs. Their modus operandi in finagling, or I must say setting things right, has always received at least plaudit if not accolades. Their Midas touch that generates riches out of nowhere leaves me flabbergasted. Even the CBI, who the other times brag about their recent feats and ‘The Drill’ (their tough ways to nail the buggers), cannot disagree the claim. And if they do then the secret accounts at Swiss bank are suffice to shout aloud the saga.
I know that the black money thing is rife these days but I wasn’t dubious about its existence within the mortal realms.
But this one just leaves me open-mouthed. I am a denizen of a drought struck province wailing for more and more relief funds lately. The demand seems rational when the concern is such.
But I don’t discern how come a drought struck province receives so much rainfall once it has been granted funds??
Last couple of months I have heard too much yelling in the dearth of the downpours. The news papers were all inundated with scoops like
” man stabs neighbor in a row over drinking water”
Else
”Water bodies go dry…where THE RAINGODS are??”
The RAINGODS didn’t turn up with even any sop then and once all business is done up by bureaucracy, there is no respite. The rains come pelting down hard. Now the crops don’t suffer attributed to the mercy of the gods and the funds generated nestle snug in the personal caches of the incumbents.
The question I am trying to pose is, “Does the mortal and the immortal meet at some horizon??”
Who is the go-between when it comes to finagle with the Gods??
Whatever it is but this accentuates the ubiquitous corruption that has made every anthrop a vampire scouring for blood and now the angels and demons are allies.
At these obnoxious times, ‘THE DRILL’ penetrates not THE ANGELS but those minnow DEMONS who barely are the puppets in the hands of ANGELS.

Happy days…


The last couple of days, I was dying to succumb to my ultimate avocation…my love…writing!
But alas…dearth of a topic made all endeavours to strangle my craving…
Yet I am here…
Though I can’t flaunt the topic as a good one this time…
Last night I introspected hard about the topic…albeit I didn’t find a point to support the mention of the topic but did get a hunch of it earning me a morsel of elation.
And so I am here to scribble something which rang my bells…
If I am interrogated, “What, as per my psyche, could be an apropos gift for just a pace junior at my alma meter?”…One would surely twig a palpable dichotomy between my verdict a few days back and now.
Three days back, it would have been something suave, sedate…in other words, something from the book.
But now, it’s something which won’t appear even in the thickest tome on the subject.
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Before you surmise something nasty (especially carnal, blue), I will tell you what it is…
It’s LIVON…
Not to give her tresses a silky shine or a straight texture but to keep her hair damp for a longer while after bath…
She has been a junior for a consummate year but did never catch my notice so staunchly…
Three days back she strolled into the auditorium and so my notice…and claimed to be my fifth crush.
Though a half an hour later, all fantasies flushed away as her hair lost dampness…and she was again downgraded to again be an incumbent in the JAG (just another girl) department.
This story depicts how lasses maul my composure as a committed single…
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But that day I realized that asunder from my anticipation, she (my love) has greater prowess…
Her oomph has greater dimensions…
She might seem to have reached slumber but is still wide awake.
That day, though I was entangled in ogling my eye candy…but something made me twitchy…
Somewhere in my head her memories lurked…
Soon after, I was catapulted to the day I saw her afresh after the drizzle drenched her.
Sporting a yellow top and a navy blue Capri, she sauntered into the chemistry class.
She wasn’t wet but was damp…
It had just started to drizzle…
She looked miffed by the sudden outbreak of shower but I was gratified by the GOD’s grace.
The exasperated look tagged on to her ravishing beauty…
A few hair straggled on her forehead assured her appearance to be drop dead gorgeous…
Rain water had drained all her aped arrogance and now she replicated innocence…she replicated her…
Soon enough she gave her face a dab with a napkin…
Then followed something which left me dumb struck…
She giggled at me as if somewhere in her subconscious psyche she knew my ogling her...
She looked innocent…more delectable…and I were just left to awe…
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p.s. its dedicated to you my friend...i have never seen anyone so truly, madly and deeply in love...hope she can get lucky!!