{"id":4612,"date":"2008-08-21T23:14:00","date_gmt":"2008-08-21T17:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.indiauncut.com\/?p=2933"},"modified":"2008-08-21T23:14:00","modified_gmt":"2008-08-21T17:44:00","slug":"farmers-are-dying-in-vidarbha-poem-amit-varma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/indiauncut.com\/farmers-are-dying-in-vidarbha-poem-amit-varma\/","title":{"rendered":"Farmers Are Dying In Vidarbha"},"content":{"rendered":"
My friend Peter Griffin<\/a> brings my attention to Quick Tales<\/a>, a writing competition organised by Caferati<\/a> and LiveJournal<\/a> for fiction shorter than 500 words. The first prize is Rs 19,999, so if you enjoy storytelling, head over and participate. Make it racy, ok?<\/p>\n But why have I titled this post thus? Well, Peter has also announced a Godawful Poetry Fortnight<\/a>, and he demands that I contribute to it. I don’t write poetry, bad or otherwise, but I did write a little ditty to amuse some friends a few days ago, and I present it below. It is certain to piss off both the lefties and the righties in the blogosphere: the lefties will think I’m trivialising a serious issue, and the righties will think I’m trying to make them feel guilty. But I shall sacrifice the loss of goodwill, for this is for a good cause. Peter wants godawful, and this is<\/i> godawful:<\/p>\n Farmers are dying in Vidarbha<\/b> I’m sitting in my airconditioned room right now I’m surfing the web and writing a blog Tomorrow I shall go and chill at a mall Farmers are dying, Oh farmers are dying I drink Kingfisher and I travel Jet When I go to the gym I wear special shoes I think I’m super hot, and also super cool Farmers are dying, Oh farmers are dying And hey, what d’ya say, look at it this way Farmers are dyeing, Oh farmers are dyeing *<\/p>\n Mandatory tag: Godawful Poetry Fortnight<\/a>.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n PS<\/b>: The poem was inspired by the meme mentioned in my post, Monster Trucks, Party Clocks and Chidiya Choo Choo<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My friend Peter Griffin<\/a> brings my attention to Quick Tales<\/a>, a writing competition organised by Caferati<\/a> and LiveJournal<\/a> for fiction shorter than 500 words. The first prize is Rs 19,999, so if you enjoy storytelling, head over and participate. Make it racy, ok?<\/p>\n But why have I titled this post thus? Well, Peter has also announced a Godawful Poetry Fortnight<\/a>, and he demands that I contribute to it. I don’t write poetry, bad or otherwise, but I did write a little ditty to amuse some friends a few days ago, and I present it below. It is certain to piss off both the lefties and the righties in the blogosphere: the lefties will think I’m trivialising a serious issue, and the righties will think I’m trying to make them feel guilty. But I shall sacrifice the loss of goodwill, for this is for a good cause. Peter wants godawful, and this is<\/i> godawful:<\/p>\n Farmers are dying in Vidarbha<\/b> I’m sitting in my airconditioned room right now I’m surfing the web and writing a blog Tomorrow I shall go and chill at a mall Farmers are dying, Oh farmers are dying I drink Kingfisher and I travel Jet When I go to the gym I wear special shoes I think I’m super hot, and also super cool Farmers are dying, Oh farmers are dying And hey, what d’ya say, look at it this way Farmers are dyeing, Oh farmers are dyeing *<\/p>\n Mandatory tag: Godawful Poetry Fortnight<\/a>.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n PS<\/b>: The poem was inspired by the meme mentioned in my post, Monster Trucks, Party Clocks and Chidiya Choo Choo<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,13],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nby Amit Varma<\/i><\/p>\n
\nSoaking in some fashionable gloom right now
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nI’ve eaten heartily and will sleep like a log
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nIndulge myself in bling and all
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nFarmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nI use Meru cabs (haven’t got a Merc yet)
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nTalk in an accent about jazz and blues
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nThe globe is warming but I’m playing the fool
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nFarmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nIf I was in Vidarbha and my hair was gray
\nI would also be dyeing in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nFarmers are dyeing in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nby Amit Varma<\/i><\/p>\n
\nSoaking in some fashionable gloom right now
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nI’ve eaten heartily and will sleep like a log
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nIndulge myself in bling and all
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nFarmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nI use Meru cabs (haven’t got a Merc yet)
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nTalk in an accent about jazz and blues
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nThe globe is warming but I’m playing the fool
\nWhile farmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nFarmers are dying in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nIf I was in Vidarbha and my hair was gray
\nI would also be dyeing in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n
\nFarmers are dyeing in Vidarbha.<\/p>\n