Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chree
Goes the steady printing machine Chrrring bloody scenes into bold black ink,
Chrrring headlines that make you glug glug your drink,
Chrrring crimes against women, (Steep rise in ink.)
Gang raped Japanese tourist, (International stink stink.)
Strip searched for menstruating, (Blink blink.)
Irom force-fed from starving (Think, think)
Child raped by politician, (Ka’ching ka’ching.) Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrreee
The machine harps happily And we drink to ink
That makes our stomach sink And teaches us to fear Everything. Fear the beasts riding the nights
From Delhi to Pondicherry, Cat calling, wowing, growling,
Grrr grrr grrring. Beasts of poverty,
Beasts on a shopping spree, ‘Its midnight Cinderella’
‘Its ten o’clock you dirty fella.’ Oh hell it really doesn’t matter,
It was afternoon in the warehouse and nobody heard her,
There’s was just grr grr grrring Growing louder and louder
And the machine chrrr chrrr chrrring Faster and faster.
Chrrring a nation that prides itself in the hanging of four men
Five if you count the suicide bastard. Chrrr chrrr chrrring a village dangling
Of two girls, like pin up dolls, upon a tree. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrreee
Goes the busy printing machine Till heads pile up in our hands
Printed crisp and clean on our newspaper stands And blend smoothly into our morning routine.
Heads for one side or another Like a black and white marketplace,
Two heads for four, Four heads more, Eight heads for a martyr
Enough heads to start a war, How many heads are we after? Chrrring one after another Tak tak taka daka tak chree And when you think its over,
When the machine stops with a sudden chrrreee Wait a little Wait patiently It’s just readying
to chrrr at textbooks of rewritten histories Of dissected countries
Of majorities and popular beliefs, And then the
Long Slow
Chrrr Of italics
In roman prints Of sweeping statements made by official establishments To take safety precautions and make improvements Based on political views
and religious sentiments Chrrring out the marks of sin
Cut out of the clothes you’re in, The men with whom you’ve been,
The colour of your skin, Speaking of which… Chrrring horizontal lines vertically,
To pay for print In soft baby pink
The pleasant opening page Revealing a ‘Fair and Lovely’ face,
Which melts slowly A few pages on
With the rise of acid sales. Chrrr chrrr chreee
Our machine sings obliviously Chrrring magazines
With shiny sheens To accommodate setups socially serene,
A world we can buy into, A dream we can hang onto,
A love that divides one into two Values that depend on what others think of
you And you know the tune,
You are what you say and not what you do, So keep tap tap tapping
On keyboards computing Virtual drawing rooms of communicating Tap tap tweet.
Tap tap sweet. Tap tap texting.
Tap tap emoticoning. Whilst our machine
Keeps chrrr chrrr chrrring Chrrreee, the family you marry,
has nothing to do Chrrr chrrr chrrrooo,
With the man you woo. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrraaa, to underwear and bra, Ladies can’t fight seriously in lingerie, So hurrah hurrah,
Let’s throw her a bikini Everytime she raises her head defiantly,
You see, God forbids multiplicity
For a woman in our society. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrreee goes our precious printing machine Chrrring you to mask your nakedness
By wearing Less
And Less.
Chrrring bitterness in mothers Like slow venom seeping into future generations,
The quiet revenge of the weaker sex From behind the guise of a tear stained Cleenex.
Tak tak taka daka tak chreeee Chrrring little brats that grow into men, Chrrring little ladies that use hearts to pretend
And find ways to manipulate and defend themselves From the grr grr grrring beasts Of Darwin’s survival of the fittest theories,
Until our existence becomes just a little series of tak tak taka daka tak chrreees. dailies,
weeklies, stories that becomes our histories, Which, oh, in irony of all ironies,
Will one day reveal How our great Indian heritage
Fell to its knees At the mercy of innocent Little Printing machines.

100 thoughts on “Kalki Koechlin: The Printing Machine | Unblushed”

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  2. I m just speechless! I have been always a fan of Kalki.. but this video has raised the bar! I respect you for this!

  3. Wow…..i LOVE it….as a women..i really respect u . …kalki…and i Really think one day the world will get our point….and change for a good cause… love you #fans

  4. Kalki is my immediate new favorite after Kangana. She is quite brave and graceful at the same time. Hats off to her. Proud she is from India.

  5. That's a nice effort… But done in a totally wrong way.. Just don't extended the limits of what is obscene under the name of feminism nd liberation of women… What men do is heinous and can't be advocated in favor of… But some women r going bananas over feminism… They say it shouldn't bother anyone even if they roam nude on the street… Dont be animals and understand the concept of clothing… If women' dont like a man roaming half naked on the street, then the same goes with them when they try to do so…i m not saying short clothes r the sole reason of rape.. It the gross mentality of such ppls(or monsters) …but atleast women should understand the concept of being civilized… Short dresses in name of fashion is perfectly fine but going half naked is just too much… Be civilized because its good n responsible ppl who make up a civilization….if good peeps cant understand this then i dont know where this situation is gonna end..

  6. "Will one day reveal, how our great Indian heritage fell to its knees, at the mercy of innocent!"

    So powerful and poignant at the same time…

  7. Dear BLUSH
    I absolutely love this video.I am doing a project about how different charcterisation of females in Bollywood has negatively affected society. I would really like to interview you through email and have your opinion on this topic. Even if i could interview Kalki because she is extremely passionate about this topic, that would be amazing .
    Thank you

  8. Kalki mam I saw in Yari road….you were walking alone with earphone on…….and no one noticed you…..I was amazed……..I kept on looking at you till u disappeared in the traffic…

  9. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chree Goes the steady printing machine Chrrring bloody scenes into bold black ink, Chrrring headlines that make you glug glug your drink, Chrrring crimes against women, (Steep rise in ink.) Gang raped Japanese tourist, (International stink stink.) Strip searched for menstruating, (Blink blink.) Irom force-fed from starving (Think, think) Child raped by politician, (Ka’ching ka’ching.) Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrreee The machine harps happily And we drink to ink That makes our stomach sink And teaches us to fear Everything. Fear the beasts riding the nights From Delhi to Pondicherry, Cat calling, wowing, growling, Grrr grrr grrring. Beasts of poverty, Beasts on a shopping spree, ‘Its midnight Cinderella’ ‘Its ten o’clock you dirty fella.’ Oh hell it really doesn’t matter, It was afternoon in the warehouse and nobody heard her, There’s was just grr grr grrring Growing louder and louder And the machine chrrr chrrr chrrring Faster and faster. Chrrring a nation that prides itself in the hanging of four men Five if you count the suicide bastard. Chrrr chrrr chrrring a village dangling Of two girls, like pin up dolls, upon a tree. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrreee Goes the busy printing machine Till heads pile up in our hands Printed crisp and clean on our newspaper stands And blend smoothly into our morning routine. Heads for one side or another Like a black and white marketplace, Two heads for four, Four heads more, Eight heads for a martyr Enough heads to start a war, How many heads are we after? Chrrring one after another Tak tak taka daka tak chree And when you think its over, When the machine stops with a sudden chrrreee Wait a little Wait patiently It’s just readying to chrrr at textbooks of rewritten histories Of dissected countries Of majorities and popular beliefs, And then the Long Slow Chrrr Of italics In roman prints Of sweeping statements made by official establishments To take safety precautions and make improvements Based on political views and religious sentiments Chrrring out the marks of sin Cut out of the clothes you’re in, The men with whom you’ve been, The colour of your skin, Speaking of which… Chrrring horizontal lines vertically, To pay for print In soft baby pink The pleasant opening page Revealing a ‘Fair and Lovely’ face, Which melts slowly A few pages on With the rise of acid sales. Chrrr chrrr chreee Our machine sings obliviously Chrrring magazines With shiny sheens To accommodate setups socially serene, A world we can buy into, A dream we can hang onto, A love that divides one into two Values that depend on what others think of you And you know the tune, You are what you say and not what you do, So keep tap tap tapping On keyboards computing Virtual drawing rooms of communicating Tap tap tweet. Tap tap sweet. Tap tap texting. Tap tap emoticoning. Whilst our machine Keeps chrrr chrrr chrrring Chrrreee, the family you marry, has nothing to do Chrrr chrrr chrrrooo, With the man you woo. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrraaa, to underwear and bra, Ladies can’t fight seriously in lingerie, So hurrah hurrah, Let’s throw her a bikini Everytime she raises her head defiantly, You see, God forbids multiplicity For a woman in our society. Chrrr tak tak taka daka tak chrrreee goes our precious printing machine Chrrring you to mask your nakedness By wearing Less And Less. Chrrring bitterness in mothers Like slow venom seeping into future generations, The quiet revenge of the weaker sex From behind the guise of a tear stained Cleenex. Tak tak taka daka tak chreeee Chrrring little brats that grow into men, Chrrring little ladies that use hearts to pretend And find ways to manipulate and defend themselves From the grr grr grrring beasts Of Darwin’s survival of the fittest theories, Until our existence becomes just a little series of tak tak taka daka tak chrreees. dailies, weeklies, stories that becomes our histories, Which, oh, in irony of all ironies, Will one day reveal How our great Indian heritage Fell to its knees At the mercy of innocent Little Printing machines.

  10. It would have been good if the lyrics of this wonderfull poem❤ was provided. Because it's quite tricky for me to capture the essence of the poem while kalki was reciting it little fast.

  11. I love Kalki performance in this video of Unblused.
    This video is meaningful.
    Happy to see her in unblused again.
    Love you Kalki!!!
    I never bored watching this!!
    You are very talented woman mmuuahh :*

  12. I didn't get anything…I think I am dumb …..but I got she told some issues…of politics ,racism,.

  13. Thats Incredible!! Such a bold and strong video. Well done Kalki. I always loved her acting skills and social initiatives!!.

  14. Wowwww…. I admire you and your work Kalki you simply do such true and honest work. This is real social work waking people up from their dreams and face the hard truth. ???????? Respect all the way…

  15. Once i was travelling in bus going in for diwali holidays. There was someone behind me pressing my thighs with their hands, literally literally…. i was soo scared when silently and stood near driver. I was not that strong sorry i was just 16yrs old studying 11th standard.
    Now when ever im in crowd I remember that and regret for not slapping that guy

  16. Only 1.8 million views??? Why??? I don't understand. A normal video of Bhuvan Bam has 10 million views. This deserves to be seen by billions.

  17. The dislikes are from the people who didn’t wait patiently… or had their screen upside down and mistook the dislike button for the like. ?

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