Translation of Parul Kakkar's Shava Vahini Ganga but from the Malayalam with some transcreation by me.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKT4P-up3Xg

Parul Kakkar's Shava Vahini Ganga (Corpse bearing Ganga.)

Translated by Dr Koshy AV

Don't be sad but rejoice, say the corpses in one voice

O King in your Ram Rajya

We see the corpses floating in Ganga

Lord, the trees have all become ash

There is not even a speck of a place in the crematorium

There is no undertaker/overtaker there or people to carry the corpses to the pyre

No one to sit near and cry

To those of us who lost everything, only the dance of death/Yama continues around us, O King

In your Ram Rajya our corpses float around in the Ganga

Spitting smoke and spitting smoke even the chimney is panting

The virus has caught us and is shaking us

Our bangles are breaking, and our insides are hurting, burning like fire

When the city is burning, the pandit is playing the veena

O King, in your Ram Rajya corpses floating through Ganga too I see

What pomp and power there was in your get up and style earlier

Now the city sees your real face

Say no excuse now but come out in the open and say loudly, loudly

That you are wearing nothing and have no ability and are lazy

And we will not rest now as meek but act, watch!

Smoke rings rise and rise to touch the sky, the city is angry and seething

Don't you know in your kingdom through Ganga the corpses are floating at all?

May 18th Pandorathon prompt and my attempts that did not come out so well with me being in an uninspired mood

 A Rapscallion's sermon. May 18th TSL Pandorathon with Santosh Bakaya's prompt

Bhaiyon aur behenon,

mitron

mere pyaare deshvaasiyon:

Spring is the mischief in me

so I give this sermon

though it is becoming summer

Today we have gathered

in this year of the Lord 7 Modi

to announce a certain sea change

into something rich and strange

in our policies

We will roll back demonetization

GST

and remove the eyesores that are statues

of unity

in the land

No more bullet trains

No more Central Vistas

NRC, CAA. riots, mobs, lynchings, banning of beef

No more Ram mandirs

Farmer bills to be rolled back

No more victimizing Muslims

Instead, free vaccines

No more monkey baths

instead tan ki shakti man ki shakti

No more arrests

for pasting posters

instead defense expenditure cutting and

spending money given to temples

for hospitals and education

for creating jobs and industries

businesses

For elections

no more EVMs

and a new EEC

as well as transparency

No more drinking cow urine

You may say

I'm a dreamer

But one can

always wish

rapping on

being a rascal

like me

and a rapscallion

chortling aloud in glee

Rapscallion's sermon -2

Friends, Indians and country men, lend me your ears. I have come to praise Modi, not to razz him. Modi is an honourable man, so are they all, all honourable men. Modi, Amit, Amit, Modi, Adani, Ambani, Ambani, Adani, Tejasvi, HIV, HIV, Tejasvi, Coronil, Ramdev, Ramdev, Coronil, Yogi, Bhogi, not Yogi, not Bhogi.

When Modi sold tea was that ambition on his part? Never. When Amit campaigned in WB did he know it is not World Bank? Never.

When poor workers pasted posters asking why vaccines they should have got had been sent abroad and got arrested, did they all know anything about it. No, they were fast asleep.

Adieu, adieu, adieu, for the time being, lest you think these are wild and whirling words.

May 19th Pandorathon prompt and my story

 May 19th TSL Pandorathon

'She stood hypnotized, rooted to the spot " a short fiction of hundred words with these words. -with Santosh Bakaya

Title: Vandal? or The reaction of an ordinary/common woman/citizen from/of Delhi.

She had grown up in Delhi and found it unbearable. "As a part of the project, three iconic buildings in Delhi -- the National Museum, the Indira Gandhi National Centre for the Arts (IGNCA), the National Archives Annexe -- are set to be demolished..." "Around 4,58,820 square metres in Delhi will be demolished as part of the renovation process, which includes Shastri Bhavan, Krishi Bhavan, Vigyan Bhavan, Vice President's Residence, Jawahar Bhavan, Nirman Bhavan, Udyog Bhavan and Raksha Bhavan." In the middle of a pandemic they still had money for such large scale construction and destruction, such ornateness and ostentation.

She felt her childhood fall away, hearing of and watching the demolitions. The blood in her turned to ice in determination, in anger. They were conserving, they said. What were they conserving? Not her memories of the city she had called home, at any rate.

She stood in front of the .gigantic, new building. It was quite a huge Vista. She had a Central(ized) view of it. She giggled. She looked around surreptitiously. No one was looking. She bent down, took a stone and threw it at one of the windows. The sound of shattering glass was music to her ears. Someone spotted her and alerted the authorities who started running towards her.

"Mad, must be mad."

"Be careful."

"It's a woman!"

"Terrorist?"

"Naxal?"

The voices floated to her and she started laughing. "Run", someone shouted, at her or the ones approaching, but "she stood hypnotized, rooted to the spot," still laughing, soundlessly, hearing the shattering of the glass again and again in her mind, music to her ears.