Curry And Rice

A little bit of curry and rice,
With a perfect blend of Indian spice,
Served with a heart full of love in the eyes.

Chunks of gold that glitters in size,
The rims of her glasses that hides her eyes,
Misogyny or love in disguise,
Believe not what is seen through the eye.

When is your daughter's marriage?
Who is behind her miscarriage?
Did her ex come with an extra baggage?
Was the funny bone in her tongue or in her rib-cage?

Chachi decides your hair,
Taiji decides when to sit on a chair,
Maasi decides whom to care,
Dude! Do I even exist there?

Tau decides your food,
Bhau decides your dude,
Whom do I go to for few moments of solitude.

Your life is your neighbor's menu card,
Your dreams their debit card,
Your freedom their credit card,
You are nothing less than a useless sim card.

You are taxed on your smile,
Discounts available on years of a crocodile,
You don't have kids after six months of marriage?
Then, you are for sure infertile.

Are you enjoying this camaraderie?
This is my friend our great Indian society.
Where you get to eat a packet of Lays,
But are questioned on the masala that stays.
Your dreams are burnt in your neighbor's kitchen.
Never say "thanks!" Never mention.

In 2020, you are forever in 1920,
Freedom was when you were last 20,
You will never grow up to choose your "shaadi ka mandap,"
Matrimony sites choose, your family gives thumbs up.
From your admissions to your child's birth, you were never asked for,
Engineering or medicine, rest all are mediocre.

From the parathas I eat to the coca-cola I drink,
All my ideas are washed down the sink.
The pain in my voice,
Like an empty packet of Lays.
The emotions still hidden in my eyes,
It's the mascara that stays

The truth hidden will forever remain,
A little bit of curry and rice,
With the right amount of Indian spice,
Served with little love and lots of malice,
You like it or not, you have no choice!!