Why this Kolaveri ?

Kolaveri di is a cult today, they sing it with pride and laughter gay.

They consider it to be the story of their life,

They feel that song is an anthem for their lonely lives.

They play it in their cars and keep the volume high,

They think themselves to be the kings of the road but you
are left to sigh.

They can do whatever they want,

They can sing it loud and look at you with a murderous
glance.

They honk at you when you are walking on the road,

This earns them respect among the kinsmen and a better
abode.

They are the shining stars and consider household chores a
menial job,

But they cry when depressed and escape to drugs when they
sob.

They are so gullible that they simply follow the trend,

Be it kolaveri, corruption or Mr. Sibal, they say it without
a stand.

Do they know that the female who cleans their dishes is a
victim of domestic violence?

Have they ever noticed that their counterparts in villages
are so silent?

Do they know the plight of the women abandoned by their
families?

Have they ever seen the life existing under the flyover or
child living next to the tree?

Why are they so insensitive and why can’t they stand for the
less privileged?

Why do they need someone to tell them when they can see it
through our own aged eyes?

These questions pinch me everyday,

They tear me apart when I talk to the women in the village.

I stand next to them with my head held high,

I can feel the bruises on their body which they get everyday
from their guy.

This guy is the owner and he possesses their body form top to
bottom,

He is the one who writes her destiny and is no less than a
phantom.

He can leave her, beat her and at times she earns to feed
him,

But he has no respect for her and is neither afraid of her
kith nor kin.

When she tells me her story,

Only this line strikes me “Hand la glass, glass la scotch,
eyes-u full-aa tear-u”

She doesn’t know the
meaning of the song but it suits her,

It is meant for her and now it seems more meaningful to me.

Swinder