Bashyam Narayanan


I know, it makes no difference for him


It took sometime for me to understand
The worth of my uncle, maternal
He was a powerful minister
Silently quietly building an empire
For himself, his son and others in his family
He would not go for such great dealings
So that the dealings do not draw the attention
But, definitely over a period of time
Small amounts accumulated to a big figure
Not many knowing how much it has become
I had to wait for my turn
I did not, but, know when it is to come
It came after a situation when any
More of his family members
Cannot hold any further great assets
As media would bring to that to light
Better late than never
Things started moving in my direction
Uncle’s grace turned on me
And I encashed them far beyond
The common understanding or imagination
I was made member on a number of boards
And I am made sure of of regular large income monthly
I was growing and I saw many others in the family grow
With the blessings of my wonderful maternal uncle
In the meantime my uncle became the Minister of Railways
Members of Railway Board get nominated and appointed
At the behest of the Minister, who my uncle is
I developed contacts with prospective aspirants
For the post of Board Member
Who are already rich by themselves
Just a hint from me
Would make them offer me sumptuous funds
If I promise them a berth in the board
I ensured that I am seen in the close vicinity of the Minister
Uncle was also briefed of the scheme
Who too accepted the programme and gave me a green signal
To what all I had to say
I was growing well and in a better proportion
Than most of my cousins
In whom the board idea did not strike
I used to name an advance
For aspirants to pay, and on the condition
That I would not be returned
Even if the mission fails
A successful board member shells out
At least rupees five crores before he sees the light of the day
I lost count of the advances of rupees one crores
Which are paid in cash and appear not as a accountable income
And which I have received without the need to repay
I ensured that all the companies, boards on whose I am,
Suffer losses here and there
So that the image of the normal functioning of these companies maintained
All went fine
Till recently as a news channel
Dug out the means employed by me
In making us rich and powerful
I understand why my uncle even went to the extent of
Telling that I am not related to him
Even though I kept meeting him at least twice a day
In the Railway Ministry office
Leave alone the revenue channelized by me to his account
I made him go for a loan of rupees fifteen lakhs
As if he were in a financial crisis
And to figure him out to be a simple man
Now that all having surface
I am waiting for my maternal uncle
In the jail
So that I can draw new schemes of money-making
Whether my uncle is in or outside the jail
I know, it makes no difference for him

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/12/2013 7:32:00 PM)

    Wait and wait till turn comes, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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