Time to Have a Mom at the helm

April showers bring forth May flowers,
 "Political powers Unravel tradition to Thou Hers!" 

What does a mother do at home if husband and boys behave in an out of control manner? She rounds them up and does what a nurturer does: brings balance to her home. Hear me women, it’s time bring back order in this House!


🎉A Birthday Party!🎈


You are cordially invited to the 100th birthday party for (re)Integrated India on their Independence:

Date: Midnight of Aug 14-15, 2047

Time: 5 pm-12:30am.

Venue: Wagha Border on the West and Dhaka in the East.

Dress Code: White cottons to symbolize peace.

Men: Shalwar Kameez, Pagdi (optional).

Women: Salwar Kameez, Flamboyant Veil / Burqua (optional).

Menu: Fish, Shahi Veg Korma, and Rice. Kheer with saffron, almonds, and cardamoms. (Symbolic of poor man’s pudding as labeled by the British).

Anthem: A new song is being composed by three musicians, one from each of the three countries for the celebration of peace in the region.

Please bring friends and family to enjoy the freedom: physical freedom found earlier, this time found within the minds.

Thanking you.

RSVP: Office of the first freely elected PM of the democratic (re)integrated nations of India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh.

Reference: https://thinkinkadia.wordpress.com/2016/09/27/2047-execute-change-not-people/

Dial 1-800-Tragedy! Extn:MOPE

“Once upon a time, it was … The End!” 

All that the story read.

My joys, hopes, dreams, … Life.

The tragedies were them. Me, a tragedy.

The Queen on the couch,

m-oping the world to change;

Since I’d lost the letter ‘h’

in a scrabble game.

I’d put the hoping in a safety deposit box,

like a jewel which I may cash in an emergency.

Alas! the bank was looted and all was lost.

No exercise; though heart and mind wrestle,

Lost no calories, built castles in blues.

Gradually I became the couch. Couch, me.

A sulky potato, soft quite oft,

growing shoots of dejection.

The experts said, “You can’t do it yourself!

Come to me.” He made me dependent besides drugs,

on him. On HIM! Fake God with a degree was he?

I thought of the doctor, reliving numbers, visits.

I remembered the lines on what I didn’t do better.

Was I a kid who brought home a bad report card?

The visit. The talk. The prescription.

The payment installments. The exit. The drive home.

He said he’d make me feel better. But…

Small pills, big pills, colorful spills;

Known ills to un-pronounceable watchamacallills.

Picked up another job to pay bills.

Vegetate until you can your self resuscitate

Life back in. Dependency makes you give in.

Stress, anxiety are getting stronger than me-

They win! Why? Whyme?


After a whole night so moonless,

counting, re-counting sheep in distress;

It suddenly dawned. Lights on me.

I SOLed, Screamed Out Loud,

“No more! Go away! You installment keepers.”

I was emotionally sad, financially anxious, too.

I’d gone in with one problem, and emerged with two.

I LOLed, laughed out loud at myself!

There is no one to blame, what a shame!

I stepped out of the straight jacket-

bullet in the heart, pathetic miserable packet!

All that metal! Suffocating thoughts of stress.

Alchoholic cage, the whine and wine.

I was just the metal. Under fire. A test,

re-test stronger, by the heating degrees.

Hey, that felt Better! Surprising, realizing myself,

Maybe that’s the key: no blame, stop the game.

I discarded all those reasons,

that bothered me every season.

I see it now.

Flew out free! Only one job to me!

Less is more … time for Life.

Giving more … than

I know my best.

I trust myself to do even do better.

I’m going to do this to the last letter.

Counting not sheep, but possibilities.

I’m so thrilled at the victory over my thoughts,

I dance out. Celebrate sunshine with glee!

Others can pine, opine, wine, and whine.

Do what they must do to make them feel good.

To not need to pine, opine,

wine and whine-

I am the one to change,

to resolve, problem solve, rise,

myself !

“CUT!” said the Director, “Good take! It’s a wrap.”

“See you at the New Years Eve Dinner,” waved the Producer.

The film was to be shown at the the party,

in honor of self-assured Women, 2017,

Nurturing problem solvers,

yet Leaders of tomorrow-

For they know how to balance, like Nature;

manage meagre resources,

Peace and Power!


Warning: Content may be fictitious, but the research is symptomatic.

Comedy of T(errors)!

Two relatively modern day inventions, Errors and Terrors, we know, dislike, and don’t want being friendly with. Though they both lead to natural and man-made cause and effects, we know no fear whether it be a traffic ticket or a shooting incident, unless the consequence has impacted our daily lives.

Started in the era of expectations and rules, errors are now simply familiar friends, we know, dont like being shown our own, reluctantly correct ourselves on, joyously point out for others, and hope not to repeat, in order to conform socially.

Terrors, cute when they are innocent little familial ones, take on gigantic demonic proportions when they loom high on unknown distant horizons. Cute terror stories are shared on observer initiative at family and friend get-togethers and on social media. Whereas, Terrorist events are relayed by the initiative taker on social media to spread awareness and fear of their powerful existence. In the case of these fear-mongers, they get the attention they seek, and further applause through journalistic media; increasing exponentially the ripple-effect of their intent and deed.

Though hard to imagine but is common to both the terrors, cute or mute, is that they are looking for the same thing. One doesn’t get away with it because it is impacting the household directly and the perspective is that the child needs to be ignored or disciplined.

The other mute one gets away with it because of the fear waves they triggered, giving rise to insecurities way beyond a common man’s control of internal and external factors at exactly the same time. Their helpless perceptions are discolored black, white, and grey; magnified by media’s repetitive inputs to the receiving brain via staccato gunfire sound, interspersed with ritualistic commentary on the hour, and flashing iconic images across the color spectrum.


What needs to be remembered is that the terrorist is a label, just like other labels in our lives. The intent of the actor and the context of the action are the real driving force behind the perception or fear, a label generates. Hidden behind events they initiate are multi-level factors like politics, governments, and financial motives in stealth. Leadership levels, on both sides, have strategies and communications that need mediation and clarification. Some of these people are simply young teens, caught young into soldiering, or other support jobs provided under the cover of local civil population.

As we begin to understand related vocabularies and de-jargonify the pattern in the story, we begin to see that they are people like you and me, but caught in the rigmarole of illiterate perceptions and grandiose ideas sold to the most vulnerable; in the name of whatever that person wants, needs, or believes in.

Just that their circumstances are different.

  1. Perception of what is the real problem. Example, poverty or warm clothing.

  2. Solution to the solving the perceived problem and their role in it. Example, food, electricity, power through gun.

  3. Domination eventually, is a goal at different levels, and the proportional level of success accomplished, a significant variable.

Surprised to see that it seems like a natural flow chart of events, wherever there is leadership or a need for an important resource?


How can we avoid such creative pursuits or creation of such inverse talent? In-house or overseas.

If majority of the population ignores a minority population;

If their perceptions are not understood;

If every fact is reported as a scandal;

If their basic needs are not met;

If needs change with age, are they free to move on: educational, community minded, altruistic, spiritual, etc;

If weapons are sold to them;

Then, ‘we’ have created a terrorist!

Later, we don’t know, how things change form, and now ignorance is ours.

We give them success, then we panic, and feed them the fear to thrive on.

Is it worse for us or them. Them because, A relevant group taught B the technique to get what A wanted; B made it their habit, and B’s children see it as simple as culture. Doesn’t B need rehabilitation vs. Blasting away to clear their Land?

Simple question is: Can there be a conversation with a protesting or needy population before we end up alienating them to the extent of making more terrorists?

There in lies the Comedy of (T)errors. The comical twins: terror and error. These by products of our civilization: are they our Fortune or Misfortune?

P.S. If this article or any of my related works, at any point in time, generate any income, sixty-percent of that will go towards meeting the basic needs of the alienated and rehabilitating those willing, starting with one of three possible regions.

Trump this Conundrum!

Trump this Conundrum!

via Daily Prompt: Conundrum

📢 Trump-Christmas shoppers-Xenophobia-Conundrum Combo is now served! 🐲

I’m impressed with the turn of events over the last few centuries and the casserole that is baking in the oven right now: A la’ Carte Trumpian Xenophobic Christmassy Conundramatic Combo Speciale’

“Aah … Ladies and Gentlemen! Deliciouoso! Par excellante! Tickets are now available at the entrance.”

Be ready to be entranced!

Even Dr. Mesmer of the mesmerized fame, couldn’t have pulled it off on such a grand scale! The King saved his people by rightly intervening and checking on Mesmer’s secretive strategy, the then undiscovered hypnosis. Which earthly King is going to rule out this con-un-drum in fast forward, our present world?

“Eat! Consume! De-phobiate! Relax and enjoy this meal at our expense! Doctors ready at hand on December 19th for those who cannot digest such an exquisite meal!”

Recipe follows, but, in retrospect, this dish in our social oven cannot be duplicated though we will have you duped-licked-ated very soon. Mmmm!


Learn English: everyone.

Educate: All possible in the world.

Travel : Accessible transportation.

Small world: airplane travel.

Internet: communication highways.

Long distance OPS: Operations overseas as in Buy, Spy, Love, Adopt, and Kill!

Spices: Sprinkle to taste with a pinch of deception, euphemisms, intolerance, fear of the differentosis (read : language, culture, clothing, and even accents!) and a wish of dominance!

Politics, consumerism,  tourism, intolerance of now visible differences breeding hate, demanding standardization, are born! The world is getting smaller, and so are our brainy perceptions😉

“War, children, WAR! Fight! Fight!”

“People of Planet Earth! Rejoice! We have done it! We beat the brainless monkeys!” We have unified a world, brought diversity close, and oooh, ooo, aaa, aaa; we don’t know what to doo, doo, widall da data!

Let us share this dish with love and an understanding that what we sowed, we reaped, we baked, and now we eat!

At no other time have we needed the Blessings of all the Gods we can find. For, Gods help those humans, who help themselves.

Or, is there a doctor in this party tonight who can?


Daily Prompt: Tart


via Daily Prompt: Tart

The King of Tart,                                  He changed some hearts.
All on an Election day.

The Naive of Hearts,                           Challenged the tarts,                            And swept them euphemistically away.



The Tweeter King,
He kiss’d many maids,
Which flexed the queen’s full score.


He shooshed those maids,                        Yakkity yakked s’more
And sweeped them under the door.


The queen of hearts, fraught back the tarts,                                               She tried so hard, fried the bard,                                                And vowed she’d email no more.


But the King of Infamous tarts, spewed out s’more,                          And beat the hopefull’s sore!

What to do, ado to do?                                A do or not to do,                             again da big quest-on!

The Lofty Pyramid


The current sentiment favors change, but it appears to be clinging to desperate hope. The fear arises from desperation for an urgency of expectant change. For example, you are on a last warning to be late to work, and you get a series of family vacationers placing large orders in the drive-thru for your morning coffee. The urgency kicks in, desperation leads to frustration, displaced anger, you leave the line cussing, showing different ‘fingers’ (because the middle one is taped up to the ring finger, which got smashed when your fiance walked away from the wedding, after grabbing the gorgeous diamond ring off your finger), burning tyres as you quit the drive-thru, and face the firing squad at the doorstep of your workplace.

drive-thru-coffee-shop-image-70664178Who gets the credit: bad policies in place at work; inefficient fast food company; or, was it those cheery, wide-eyed with happiness, large-order-placing, merry vacationers? Maybe it was the amount of time it took you to find the correct fing finger?

A little honest introspection later, the bulb flickers, “Oh, never mind. Now I remember what happened. I’m going to smash that stoopid alarm-clock, that didnt wake me up, so I missed my breakfast and morning COFFEEEEE!”


Society goes through changes just like us, periodically, by intent or design. In the middle of chaos, it is usually Nature’s design, or if you will, the butterfly-effect that takes over. Therefore, suddenly things seem to be going in a direction thats against comprehension, and definitely against logical expectations. But, predictable, if prophetic announcements or tweets are to be believed.

The crisis isn’t ISIS anymore. On home ground, what lead to the present elections and rising fear index? It surely didn’t happen in a day. Euphemism is suddenly out of style, suppressing feelings is done with, all hopes are pinned onto one social event, read elections, as if that is the be all and end all of all social problems. Who is to blame? The alarm clock or the drive-thru or the boss at work?

Stay tuned. The butterfly effect is happening. There is no one to blame. Handled with calm, and knowing that the lofty pyramid pervades all social systems and organisations, will help in a smoother transition. The social pyramid will emerge regardless of all who are deported, hated, or retained with love or hope.

Ultimately every social group, big or small, like-minded or diverse, colored or not, has it’s society constantly changing. It shifts, shuffles, survives upheavals, spits out crime or negative elements, brings forth strong leaders, averages life-styles and quality of life, produces the clowns and poor, as also the special people who create or lead.

Or Land, Oh!


This prompt just made me laugh! If you are the parent of a teen, you know what I mean😉

“Son, what would you like to do today, movie or Main Event?”


Give a choice, and you are stuck in Or Land. Very annoying at times, but clever.


Clinton or Trump? After being in Or Land for a year or so, the people have spoken.


The new Or is, “To Immigrate or Not, that is the Question?” For some it is: “Immigrate out of America?” OR For others: “Immigrate into America?”

Besides, the jokes about the walls on the Mexican border (influx) or the Canadian border (outflux!), or as my cousin declared, “…the last person leaving America, turn out the lights,” most of us adults are going to choose, “Or.”

And, all will be well, around Or Land Oh😉

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Daily Prompt: Irksome


Imperialism, Sarcasm, Dishonesty, or Political,

Whether done by an Institution or an Individual.

Those preening their feathers supreme, then asking God’s pardon-

I find so Urk, Urk, so very Uurksome!

Clintons trumping the White House regain.

Sending e-mail, or raising money insane.

Supporting war, or cashing Women-Dom;

I find so Urk, Urk, so very Uurksome!

The joyous Trump disdaining women’s beauty, no brains;

A viscous Trump on pins and needles, desperate in election game.

Putting forth inconsistent comments on immigration,

I find so Urk, Urk, so very Uurksome!

Then Aha! Insight. “It’s me, I must change Me.”

What if … The leaders should get a shot of delightful insight three?

“All I got to change is Me! I will be fair to thee; voters be free, come.”

Then I promise! Never to think so Urk, Urk, so very Uurksome!