Down with dog position, locusts, cobra and standing tree.
I am the motherland expanding pregnancy unplanned in the
More than our people, our culture, our country
I AM ALCHEMY.
Raag main Taal, rhythm and melody...
Conceived when Shiva breathe the kiss which died on the
lips of his bride Paravati.
Desi, Gora, Kaala
I'm every grain of rice in your basmati
Every spice in your Garam Masala.
I'm the turmeric stains on your Grandmothers hands.
I'm "Enna meena dika, die, dominica,
Red teeka flames on the pineal glands.
I'm the maala beads, slipping through her fingers like
Display seeds of sand through an hour glass.
I'm the jigsaw made by the shattered fragments of the past,
Pieced together in a way that works for us.
A billion strong and uprising and its
IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE US.
The interwoven chorus of Bengali, Gujarati, Kannada, Marathi,
Hindi, Kashmiri, Malayalam, Nepali, Punjabi, Sindhi, Telugu, Tamil,
Urdu..... Ginger, Chili and garlic.
Brahmin, Kshatriya, Dalit.. Touch me
For I'm no longer untouchable.
Capable, practically inescapable, no longer unaccountable,
I am your accountant, I program your I.T.
I'm the chai, latte, ice tea... dat'd chaiwalla stares at the moongfali...
He sighs.. On the rise of the middle class whispering their upwardly
Thank GOD Almighty
I am FREE at last.
I sing "Tumhi ho mata HINDUSTAN"
As I smoke beedi's, chew Paan n watch Bollywood
DVD's starring Akshay Kumar and Shahrukh Khan.
Remixing Pranayama by whispering my Mantra---
"I AM A DISCO DANCER" under my breath.
Profound, Primitive, Superstitious
Spread from Canada to Australia, Trinidad to Mauritius...
I will always be INDIA.
The impoverished child that bangs the window of your ambassador car.
The old man who instead of clapping his hands... simply says
I Am Sarasvati whose "Veena" was later remixed into the shape
Of a "Sitar".
Just like "OM mane padme Hum....of the table drum became the
"Ta teri kit... two turn tables and a mixer.
I Am the Rickshawalla
I have the white tiger, a survivor rising up in a drive to progress.
I am the distressed heart of Delhi, Calcutta's cloaked street,
Bombay's blocked arteries and an accumulation of stress... yes!!!
"I AM HINDUSTAN...."
In the land of Ustad AliAkbar Khan and kaun banega crorepati,
Krishnamurthy, Vivekananda , Tagore and Aurandathi, and
Pop bellied elephant headed superhero .Ganpati.
I am the monk's saffron ropes, I am the scent of the
Cinnamon, cardamom, clove.
I am the air thick with the rain and the funk of the monsoon.
I am the sliver of moon that SHIVA wears for hair clip.
I am he unsanctioned love-marriage between Bharatnatyam and back flip.
Converse trainers under kurta pyjama and salwar kameez.
I'm the thunder of the storms on the horizon weeping the
Solidified tears of Rudraksha beads.