Illusory dilli. [attempts to drive me into the net --failed].
Thank god the t nagar parliament session has come to an end .Phew!
The tremendous pressure exerted by the upper chambers on me should abate hopefully for some time to come.
What an illusion! but yet real.
My dining room became a bugged party HQ relaying even the tiniest sigh and slightest grimace or shadow of smile whilst watching news or reading it, to ever keen ears and eyes to ruling ppts to be one up on opp ppts..
My PC became the micro phone adorning the august chambers!
The streets littered as well as carpeted by rich and fragrant yellow flowers fallen from road side trees of my daily meanderings the colonnaded red carpeted corridors of the parliament.
The park a la mughal gardens of rashtrapati bhavan.The shop's with offensive and unnaturally rude sales persons ,vociferous attackers and crude opponents.
To cap it all the isolation and ridicule specially by once courteous neighbours , relatives , vendors and acquaintances a virulent replica of the treatment the supposedly communal party of India [ to whose several idealogies i am a natural subscriber, like a fish taking to water] is caricatured to be in the receiving end from other secular parties.
If R.K. Nrayanan created a idyllic Malgudi though living in a busy city --Mysore i had created a similar idyllic niche in this highly congested environs to escape the harshness of life's realities but now a illusion of politics,power , manipulation and tricks reflecting Delhi durbar in Tnagar has been created much to my , irritation as well as chagrin with a tiny bit of amusement.
How ever despite the constant clamour for my attention viz with diversionary tactics by butting in , staring , ogling and obstructing i still find a few spots and some streets as idyllic as ever.
22.3.13
The tremendous pressure exerted by the upper chambers on me should abate hopefully for some time to come.
What an illusion! but yet real.
My dining room became a bugged party HQ relaying even the tiniest sigh and slightest grimace or shadow of smile whilst watching news or reading it, to ever keen ears and eyes to ruling ppts to be one up on opp ppts..
My PC became the micro phone adorning the august chambers!
The streets littered as well as carpeted by rich and fragrant yellow flowers fallen from road side trees of my daily meanderings the colonnaded red carpeted corridors of the parliament.
The park a la mughal gardens of rashtrapati bhavan.The shop's with offensive and unnaturally rude sales persons ,vociferous attackers and crude opponents.
To cap it all the isolation and ridicule specially by once courteous neighbours , relatives , vendors and acquaintances a virulent replica of the treatment the supposedly communal party of India [ to whose several idealogies i am a natural subscriber, like a fish taking to water] is caricatured to be in the receiving end from other secular parties.
If R.K. Nrayanan created a idyllic Malgudi though living in a busy city --Mysore i had created a similar idyllic niche in this highly congested environs to escape the harshness of life's realities but now a illusion of politics,power , manipulation and tricks reflecting Delhi durbar in Tnagar has been created much to my , irritation as well as chagrin with a tiny bit of amusement.
How ever despite the constant clamour for my attention viz with diversionary tactics by butting in , staring , ogling and obstructing i still find a few spots and some streets as idyllic as ever.
22.3.13
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