UNPREDICTABLY YOURS, (WOES OF INDIAN WEATHERMAN )

Pincushion for all your weather woes,

Blamed for drought or deluge throes,

Less scientific and more ambiguous,

Our predictions always turn out suspicious.

Gibberish of "precipitation", "deep depression",

Form part of our daily briefing session,

"El Nino" comes as handy scapegoat,

When possibility of rain seems so remote.

We say "shine", it always happens to rain,

Our reputation always goes down the drain,

Doppler radar, super computer and satellites,

All those didn't help our predictions go right.

Like bureaucrats, we too play blame game,

For lesser rain, "foreign hands", we name,

"Winds from Pakistan blocked monsoon,

It will come but we do not know how soon",

We are always right, just our timings are off,

For weather itself, we are subjects of scoff,

Our reports are still looked at with credibility,

Even though tons of evidence to the contrary.

Too right too often for you to ignore,

Too wrong too often to rely and be sure,

Forever and always, we are kept on our toes,

Chasing typhoons & tornadoes as they blow

POETIC FLAVOURS