Monthly Archives: April 2010

Saluting the street dogs .

You unsparingly reprimanded them when they ferociously barked – mischievously chased other damsels of their fraternity and indulged in the most uncivilized of fights,

You lambasted them – instantaneously unbuckling your waist belts – for chasing your car down the quiet highway; annoyed that its flamboyant splendor was marred by the unscrupulous behavior,

You ; at occasions ; drove at breakneck speeds – thrusting the reason to be an emergency – and mowed through their peaceful abodes which were haphazardly strewn across the orphaned road,

You hurled stones randomly on their innocuous bodies – on the spurious pretexts of them being besmirched with dirt and debris from the gutters – and intruding the spotless environs around you with their hapless demeanor,

You incorrigibly refused to touch them or any part of their body even an insouciant iota – scientifically quoting the fact that this could lead to rabies and a host of unceremonious disease – with statesmanly like pride,

You sprayed the most opulent of your perfume in the air if they trespassed your house walls uninvited – terming the stench that thereby emanated as abhorrently unbearable – though you yourself hadn’t taken a bath since many days ,

You had the best laugh of your life as they traumatically wailed on the pavement beside you – sadistically consoling yourself of emphatic victory for the day – though the boss had just nonchalantly fired you ,

You took excruciating effort to find the contact details of those government vans who could uncouthly pick them up from your locality – complaining against the dirt ; disease ; unhygienic conditions ; and waste that they spread – and surprisingly this was the only matter you found worthy in your existence to rebel,

You side-lined them as the lowest strata of the society – an irascible menace to every religion existing under the Sun ; barbarically shutting the doors on their mouth – even as you rejoiced and celebrated bounteous opportunities of survival,

You took potshots at them with your freshly purchased air-gun – placing apples and other nondescriptly sized objects on their heads – as this placed you in a princely pedestal ; not ever mustering the courage to sit a real throne,

You horrendously spat at them – saliva which at instances was laced with obnoxious chewing gum ; tobacco ; discarded food and pernicious tooth prick – as this made you feel seated behind the luxurious wheel of the limousine – though you were currently driving the laborious bicycle,

You used their name as a vindictively hurled expletive – lividly abusing your colleagues with the same – as how to react alternatively and express your emotions never crossed your prejudiced thought,

You took their photographs not to sympathize or flatter – but depict the abysmal state of poverty in your country that could go ahead and win an Oscar – and also because they were earnestly happy to oblige ,

You snatched the succulently tantalizing meals they received sporadically from philanthropists – wisely declaring that these didn’t befit them – when the abject reality was that the hole in your own plate had just gotten a trifle bigger,

You mercilessly beat them with approximately the same sized and complexioned stick that your counterpart had hit you with – for here there was not the tiniest of reprisal as you flaunted your non-existent bravado – and yet you felt you’d had your revenge,

You ferociously kicked them left, right and center as you walked the muddy trail – as if they were barricades of loose sand that hampered your path – at the same instant also giving you an opportunity to demonstrate your powerless might,

You bizarrely held their impeccable new born kids by their feet upside down – to worthlessly demonstrate how helpless they were in this gargantuan world – whereas God was; is and shall be; the ultimate master and invincible decision maker of his entire planet ,

You brutally sold them to unsuspecting foreigners who presumed they were yours – as you artificially cuddled them in your lap – to earn that indispensable currency coin and consume that quintessential meal to survive ,

Yet . And ironically . You ; still salute these ‘Street dogs’ whom you pugnaciously abandoned and hideously punched – as they guarded you in their own inimitable natural capacity in the thick of the blackened night – and then their discordant growl was the sweetest sound to your ears ; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you – even as the thieves crept .

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Page from Limca Book of Records year 2010 publishing Parekh’s 6th National Record for “Being 1st Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to Goodwill Treaty”

Parekh’s Sixth National Record with Limca Book of Records (Only 2nd in Official World Rankings to the Guinness Book of World Records) for – “Being 1st Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to International Goodwill Treaty for Peace”

* Sign the Goodwill Treaty for Peace by hand as well as electronically via its website - www.goodwilltreaty.org .

-> The President of Philippines has deemed Parekh’s efforts to promote ‘Global Peace’ and ‘Goodwill’ via the Treaty as highly commendable in an official letter of support which can be browsed online as you click at -http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vPeirAbzaHQ/Sb9hrTZfoGI/AAAAAAAABts/HBCM6PYkti8/s1600-h/philippinespresidentletter1.jpg .

Parekh’s Fifth National Record with Limca Book of records for “Being First Indian Poet to be published in Mcgill English Dictionary of Rhyme”

Parekh’s Fourth National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being First Indian Poet to win Poet of Year Award at Canadian Federation of Poets”

Parekh’s Fourth National Record with Limca Book of Records for – “Being First Indian Poet to have won Poet of Year Award at Canadian Federation of Poets, Federationofpoets.com - Canada’s National Poetry Body endorsed by the Governor General of Canada – Her Excellency, The Right Honourable Michelle Jean .

Parekh’s Third National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter”

* Parekh’s Third National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his Poem on Aids which is : Aids doesnt kill. Your Attitude kills.”

Parekh’s Second National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best Poetry Ebook”

Parekh’s First National Record with Limca Book of Records for- Most number of letters written to and replies received from World Leaders/Organizations

* Parekh’s first National Record with the Limca Book of Records, India for - ” Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations ” .

-> To Browse a selection of Letters from World Leaders and World Organizations to Parekh – including letters from the Queen of England – in patronization and support to his Poetry visit -
http://worldleaderletters.blogspot.com/ .

Page from Limca Book of Records year 2008 featuring Parekh for his First National Record (Most letters to and from World Leaders/Organizations)

Page from Limca Book of Records year 2007 featuring Parekh for his Second National Record (First Indian Poet to win an Eppie Award for best Poetry ebook)