The Dirty Old Man Of India Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Khushwant singh is not the dirty old man of India,
But the daruman of Indian English literature
And he will review and read
Not for if a cup of coffee is given,
But for a peg of fermented, brewed and distilled wine,
I mean foreign liquor,
Not desi but videshi daru,
Sipping and enjoying life,
Eat, drink and be merry,
Don’t mind, don’t care,
Be happy.

Who called him the dirty old man
And why,
This ahs got some reasons,
Whether we know them or not,
A dirty man
As for talking about love, kiss, sex,
Live-in and extra-marital affairs,
in the know of or leaking them,
As for confessing about love and attachment
in his old age,
Playing the record of the younger-time love
Which may disturb many settled families.

And he is not only the dirty man, but the daruman of literature,
As because one who takes is a daru taking man
And the one who sells too is so
And it is a reality both of them take to
Daru,
Indian daru or foreign daru,
Daru daru,
Giving intoxication, spirit
And he is as for taking,
Eulogising the bottles,
Can tell about the relishing of the brands,
Old and new,
Some as old wine in new bottles and labels
And the tastes and flavours of all those
Known to him.

Be it beer, brandy, rum or vodka,
Scotch, whisky,
Champagne or any other brand,
But mahua took not his pen
And though he could tell about,
Wrote not so
As he about those,
First a Sikh
Then a politico journo,
Drinking and partying,
Enjoying and relishing upon
Acharya Rajneesh’s sambhoga to Samadhi,
Vatsyayna’s Kamsuttras,
A writer D.H.Lawrentine
And in the line of Omar Khayyam.

The company of women talked he about,
The green and red light areas,
The whore house and the things related to,
Sex, Scotch, love and relationship,
Blackmailing and leaking,
Funny and saner,
Sober and serious sometimes,
He was a man of the world,
Knowledge and wisdom,
Worldly gait and going,
Sometimes tricking and pinching,
Sometimes giving a twist and turn
And sometimes serving with salt and spices
To make it dainty and palatable.