The Tihar tea party continues…

Disclaimer: The characters in this tea party are a figment of the imagination and do not bear resemblance to any alien, earthling, not even the Navis. They do not resemble the living or the dead. They are entirely a species of their own.

Based on CIA advise Jr Bush scrambled the sin city series. He has moved bag and baggage to Delhi as soon as he realizes that many of his friends failed to make it to the called meeting in Sin city and have been partying in Tihar instead . Delhi is where he believes the action really is. He waits at Delhi’s spunky new international airport. Nobody has come to receive him as yet in order to help him avoid India’s immigration. A jet lagged Bush waits in a snaking line at immigration and patiently waits for his turn whilst chewing gum. Finally his turn comes.

Immigration officer: Passport please
Bush: Hey, am I in New Delhi? How far is Tihar from the airport?
Officer: “Why, you want to go to Tihar Sir? You look familiar”. He stares intently at the passport photo of George Bush which possesses very little homosapien features.

Bush: Mate, I am Bush.

Officer’s eyes shining: You are the President Bush?

Bush: Ahem..took you a while mate.

Officer: But, you cannot be him Sir because Bush and Barney always together, even if Lauraji is not.

Bush: Thats a very good point.. err.. whats your name?

Officer: Mangal Dixit Sir

Bush ( eyes moist ): You see Mr Dick shit, Barney unfortunately could not join me on this mission. It’s the mating season in Washington and he is a busy boy. And hey shit head, I have not much time to waste.Move with it!

Officer: Move what Sir?

Bush rolling his eyes to the heavens: I am getting late now Mr Shit.

Officer: Sir, you should not have waited in this line for so long Sir. Did you not read the board at the other line?

Bush in a menacing voice and pointing his fingers at Dixit : You don’t tell me what to read dick head or I shall call Bin Laden to blow your head off.

Officer laughs uncontrollably.

Bush: Why are you laughing? Do I look like an ape that has escaped from the zoo?

Bush now quickly pulls out a pocket mirror to check his face again. He is not happy with his eyebrows. Makes a mental note that it needs a trim.

Officer: Sir, Laden is dead Sir, so how will you use him ?

Bush: Have you seen Laden’s dead body you imbecile?

The Officer turns blue: No Sir.

Bush: Neither have I. Now stamp my damn passport

Officer: Yes Sir.

After the drama at the immigration ends, Bush breezes through customs and comes out of the airport. He inhales deeply New Delhi’s soot and coughs violently. Nobody approaches him or even appear to recognize him. Bush feels a little despondent and flashes of his glory days with Barney in the White House dance before him.He brushes aside those warm memories and brings himself to attention.
He looks around at the crowd of waiting taxi drivers and desperately searches for a placard that has his name on it. Finally he spots his name, the placard being held by a heavy Sardar.  Bush waves to the Sardar and in an animated fashion yells ” Hey, That is me! ” The Sardar roars” ID please”. Bush pulls out his passport, crosses his heart and says” I swear on God that is me”. The Sardar nods and asks him to follow him. Bush is relieved. He tails the Sardar and pulls his own briefcase to the parking lot. They walk a kilometer and they finally reach Bush’s mode of transport in New Delhi, a grasshopper green CNG auto rickshaw.The sardar throws Bush’s briefcase on the back seat and asks Bush to hop on. Bush is perplexed ” Where is the fourth wheel to this strange-looking car” he asks.

To be continued….

Those who are lost with this post. Please read the sin city series to get a better grip. Here are the links –

https://sharmilasays.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/meeting-in-sin-city-act-1-scene-1/

https://sharmilasays.wordpress.com/2010/09/10/meeting-in-sin-city-act-2-scene-1/

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59 Responses to “The Tihar tea party continues…”

  1. All right folks. As you requested. The series is back!

  2. [The Sin city saga has moved to New Delhi. Scene 1 Bush at the airport parking. The telephone call]

    Bush: [pulls out his cell phone and calls] Sonio!

    Sonio: Yes, dear?

    Bush: I am here!

    Sonio: I am on the third floor.

    Bush: Eh?

    Sonio: Third Floor. Third. T for Tihar H for Headley I for India…

    Bush: I can hear you dammit! What third floor? There is no third floor to this parking.

    Sonio: Parking?

    Bush: Parkin’, dummy. Can’t you hear me? P for Pest A for Adenoids R for Rats K for Carrot, I for Injuns, N for Pneumonia!

    Sonio: Oh Parking.

    Bush: Yes

    Sonio: What parking? I am on the third floor of the hospital here.

    Bush: Hospital? You mean this airport?

    Sonio: Hospital. H for hot dogs, O for..

    Bush. Yea… I heard that. What hospital? There is no hospital here. Where are you?

    Sonio: New York.

    Bush: New York!!!! What are you doing there? I am here in Delhi.

    Sonio: I am with your hot dog Barney.

    Bush: Damn dummy! Cool. Tell me. How do I go to Tihar?

    Sonio: To whom?

    Bush: Whom what?

    Sonio: To her you said

    Bush: No to her.. Teee herrr

    Sonio: Oh Tihar. Okay. Ask the driver to take you to Ram Lila Maidan

    Bush: Where?

    Sonio: Ram Lila Maidan. Ram Lila

    Bush: Why should he Ram Laila? I don’t want traffic accidents.

    Sonio: Its a name

    Bush: Oh okay. Ram Laila.

    Sonio: Right. And then yell Anna murdabad

    Bush: I love Anna. She looks good.

    Sonio: Not she. This is a he. Anna Hammare

    Bush: I see. Okay. What happens then?

    Sonio: The police arrest you and you’ll be in Tihar within 5 minutes.

    Bush: Are you sure thats a good idea? Doesn’t sound very good to me.

    Sonio: It is. Do it.

    Bush: Okay.

    Sonio: Take care dear. Bye for now.

    [Fade out as Bush gets into the rickshaw asking “Where is the fourth wheel, my dear fellow. There should be one more. Don’t you know math? Count one two three four….]

    [To be continued….]

  3. [Bush gets off the Ram Lila Maidan.]

    Bush: Whoa! Is this a fun fete or what?

    Kiran: Wow! Look who is here! Bush, The Terrible! Call the TV crews!

    Bush: Hiya babe!

    Kiran: Hi. I am Kiran Beti.

    Bush: Hi Rambi, whats up?

    Kiran: We are on a fast against corruption.

    Bush: Surely not! Why against! I like them real fast with corruption. And who are you my boy?

    Arvind: I am Arvind Kajol

    Bush: Errr.. Wind… okay… And who is that on the stage…

    Arvind: Thats Anna ji

    Bush: Nice hat. And who is that guy with measles?

    Arvind: Thats Om Potpourri.. he is entertaining the crowd

    Bush: And whats he saying?

    Arvind: He is saying the King of Tihar is here. He means you.

    Bush: Oh gee. Thank you.

    Kiran: Would you like to speak to Anna ji?

    Bush: Yea.. sure… lead me to her… I mean.. him…

    [fade out]

    [To be continued… coming up next Bush meets Anna]

  4. [Centre of the stage – Anna is leaning on a large pillow. Enter Bush, Kiran, Arvind and Sharmila]

    Bush [To Sharmila]: Hi, haven’t we met before?

    Sharmila: Never mind.

    Kiran [To Bush]: I called her for translation. Anna doesn’t speak English.

    Bush: Oh okay

    Sharmila [aside]: Kiran If he speaks Marathi, I wouldn’t know.

    Kiran [aside]: Don’t worry. Just say something

    Sharmila [aside]: Okay. At your risk.

    Arvind [aloud]: Don’t you worry, Sharmila. This will be a breeze.

    Bush: Wind.

    Arvind: Eh?

    Bush: Not breeze. You said your name was Wind.

    Arvind: Yes, yes. Let me introduce you to Anna ji.

    [Anna is waving at the crowd.]

    Arvind: Anna ji… Anna ji…

    Kiran: Louder Arvind. He can’t hear you.

    Bush [Yells]: Hey!

    [Anna looks up and nods his head]

    Anna: Kya hai yeh? [What is this?]

    Bush [To Sharmila]: Whadedesay?

    Sharmila: Who are you?

    Bush [To Anna]: Hi, I am Bush.

    Anna: Gud gud. Bassa bassa [Bassa is ‘sit’ in Marathi]

    Sharmila: He said Good Good, bossa bossa

    Anna: Baitho, baitho. Mere paas batho. Kaise aana hua?

    Sharmila: Sit

    Bush: Thats all?

    Sharmila: Yes, sit.

    Bush: I can’t squat. Is it okay if I spread my legs on the floor?

    Sharmila: Go on.

    [Bush sits on the floor next to Anna]

    Bush: So Anna, howdy?

    Anna: Thik hai. Aapne khana khaya?

    Sharmila: I am okay. Did you have meals?

    Bush: Yes, yes. I had some on the flight.

    Anna: Hum loag anshan parr hai. Upwaas karte hain

    Sharmila: We are fasting.

    Bush: Yes, yes. Me too. I had fast food on the flight. Rather spicy.

    Anna: Bhrastachar ke viruddh andolan chala rahe hain

    Sharmila: Would you like a cup of coffee?

    Kiran: Eh?

    Arvind: Sharmila, he said..

    Sharmila: I know what he said. I am asking you if you would like coffee. I need a cup of coffee.

    Bush: I’ll have tea at Tihar. Got to meet some friends there. Lets discuss this festival. Whats going on here?

    [To be continued… coming up next ‘whats going on here’]

  5. Sharmila,

    I mentioned the great eastern plains yesterday. Never imagined there would be an earthquake happening a few minutes later!

    That region is the unofficial trade route to Tibet and China. Practically all local village trade comes to India by the pony trails in this terrain.

    The land profile in this area is changing every year. The events begin with heavy floods in the basins of Bihar and are followed by tremors and quakes up North at the foothils of the Himalayas.

    Bihar has seen the worst deluge lately. The dam upstream of Koshi in Nepal has breached twice in three years causing devastating floods.

    The mountain ranges lining Sikkim to Assam is choked by the Brahmaputra.

    These are ominous signs of an ecological disaster taking shape.

  6. Ishwar satya hai, satya hi Shiv hai, Shiv hi sunder hai

    • Beautiful song.

      • I couldn’t find the next part of the song on youtube. Those were live shots of the state of Bihar ravaged by floods. All the fields and villages are under water.

        That movie was shot in the early ’70s. The event has only become regular through the years.

        Its almost predictable these days.

        Come June-July, the farmland will be flooded by torrential rains. By August-September the tremors begin across the himalayan range.

  7. [Sin City saga continued…]

    Bush: So, Windy, whats going on here? Some sort of celebration?

    Arvind: Well, a sort of celebration you can say. It’s a new awakening for Anna ji and an uprising for the people.

    Kiran: We are on a secret mission.

    Bush: Secret? There’re 50,000 people here and TV cameras from all over the world.

    Arvind: In India, secret missions are safer in a crowd.

    Bush: I see. And how do you communicate with your teams?

    [Kiran, Arvind look at each other and smile]

    Arvind: We have our way.

    Kiran: Our telephones are tapped, our twitter and facebook accounts are monitored.

    Bush: What do you do?

    Kiran: We leave messages to each other on AB’s blog.

    Kiran: My name is Waka Waka from Columbia.

    Arvind: And mine is Pukki from Punjab. And Swami Agni calls himself Bazooka.

    Sharmila: Are we done here?

    Bush: No, we are just beginning. See, we have so much in common. I am here without the CIA, Home Security and Wikileaks knowing about it.

    [To be continued…. coming up next ‘the mission’]

  8. [Continued…]

    Bush: Errr.. Mr. Anna… Hey, I’ll drop the mister… I am not used to Mr. Anna…

    Anna: Koi baat nahin bolo

    Sharmila: He says, never mind, go on

    Bush: What are you doing here on the stage?

    Anna: Bhrashtachar ke viruddh andolan karte hain

    Sharmila: We are protesting against corruption

    Bush: Why?

    Kiran: Raja swindled 2 billion Indian rupees

    Bush: Where was the money before you say he swindled it?

    Kiran: It is the bid value of the 2G spectrum.

    Bush: Bid values are not real money.

    Arvind: Maddy gave away 16 million rupees to spurious contractors

    Bush: So the money is not with maddy now. Its with the vendors.

    Anna: Raajniti mein sab chor hain

    Sharmila: Everyone in politics is a thief!

    Bush: Then what are you doing here?

    Anna: Hum viroddh karte hain. Bhrashta logon ko phansi denge, goli maar denge

    Sharmila: We protest. We shall hang the corrupt. Shoot them

    Bush: Here, here. I am with you.

    Kiran: Eh? Are you?

    Bush: Ofcourse I am. Anyone who is caught must be shot before he speaks. Ahhh… thats poetry… get caught, get shot…

    Anna: Aapko isse kya matlab hai?

    Sharmila: What does this mean to you?

    Bush: Don’t you see? It is our investment that is siphoned off.

    Anna: Toh aap bhi hummara saath do.

    Sharmila: Join us then.

    Bush: No, no. I have better methods. You do your thing.

    Kiran: What will you do?

    Bush: I’ll take the banks where they park their money. Now if you’ll excuse me I must go to Tihar and meet my friends. Anna, keep it up. I like your style.

    [Exit Bush followed by Kiran, Sharmila and Arvind]

    [To be continued… coming up next ‘The Tihar Tea Party’]

  9. Sharmila,

    If you notice the general flow of the contents in the scenes on this page, politics among the common citizens is deeply associated with opportunism and unscrupulousness. It manifests in so many ways in the conversations, even in the imaginary cocktails that we mix here for pleasure.

    Although every event that I have quoted in the words of the characters has occurred in real time, when they are seen casually as something that people do for their occupation it gets a different feel altogether.

    I think that is the root of corruption – the complete lack of faith in traditional values. (Like saying – “My father knows less than I do!”)

  10. In a corrupt nation, the giver, taker and the mediator is corrupt. Kis kis ko phansi pe latka den?

    The malfunctioning loos at Tihar are perhaps a reflection of how difficult flushing corruption out of our system will be.

    When’s the Tihar Tyohar? Bush’ll have no place to pee post-tea… Pity.

    • Aish,

      Speaking for myself, I am not in favor of capital punishment for corruption. Far from it. I don’t even consider black money so bad. Its merely money for which the government has not received taxes.

      All that the government has to do is reduce the taxes, and more money will become white automatically. More white money means more transactions and more circulation of money in the market. The kind of figures that are making the rounds currently could uplift all the people below poverty level i.e those who are struggling for two meals a day.

      Corruption, as in bribes taken by government officers and that which is stolen by managers in the private sector from the stakeholders, is just inflationary. In my opinion, it doesn’t call for criminal sentences.

      I have paid bribes to beat constables in Pune. I have also met him standing in a queue next day to pay his child’s school fees. These guys are as human as anyone else. Anna’s idea of hanging and killing them doesn’t make sense.

      Mahatma Gandhi was the pioneer of non-violent reforms worldwide. I doubt he would have supported Anna’s reactive regime of punishments.

      But hey, my life doesn’t depend on their culture and probity. I am responsible for my own. 🙂

      • Correction: I didn’t pay bribes to beat constables. I paid bribes to beat-constables. (Minor difference.)

      • Haha, I had been wondering about that one….

      • Reader,

        The money transactions between bigwigs while the nation plays catch isn’t different from the ‘Monkey in the Middle’ we played as kids. I wonder how more circulation of money in white can uplift the BPL population. I feel the RBI should just stop printing currency for a while.

        Inflation is the bane of the people. I wish Anna represented an anti-inflation movement. Populating Tihar will not feed the poor neither will Ministers taking turns at token fasts.

        Gold costs 28000 for 10 g, Petrol is 70 Rs a liter, Milk is 30 Rs a liter, Atta costs 40 Rs a kg. There has to be a solution for the people.

        If each home functions as an independent unit, self-reliant in agriculture, water and power supply, then we can claim to be unaffected by the culture and values of our leaders and how they choose to run the nation. If not, we are monkeys. Play on.

      • Is your hand extracted and your phone recovered… no, phone excovered and hand retracted… no, no, must be hand recovered and phone extracted… well, is it?

      • Renate,

        My left hand doesn’t know what my right hand is doing. In fact the left is wondering if there is a right hand still int business. Mainly because of all the additional work that has suddenly come to it – brushing teeth, combing the head and applying soap.

      • how are you feeling now??

      • Sharmila,

        As you might have deduced from the number of entries on this page, the fingers are working as good as ever.

        There is some tissue on the top of the shoulder that doesn’t let me lift the arm. The doctor says it will subside in a weeks time.

        I am not sure about that. This doctor looks and talks exactly like Sanjay Dutt in Munnabhai MBBS.

        He is from Hyderabad: “Aap phikkar kayku karrele? Mayn bola to unne theek ho jata nahin?” (“Why do you worry? I said it will be okay no?”)

        I say: No?

        He says: Hum kaama karen to phel nahin hote. Aap tension mut lo.

        And life goes on…

  11. Aish,

    Allow me to tell you a brilliant short story written by a popular Marathi literateur, Vasant P Kale. The title was “Tuuch maajhi Waheeda” meaning “You are my Waheeda”

    The story happens during the time when Waheeda Rehman was at the peak for cinematic career. She was the dream girl of all men young and old – the ideal mother, wife, lover, daughter and sister.

    Her screen presence challenged the greatest superstars of the golden era.

    Devanand (CID, Guide etc), Raj Kapoor (Teesri Kasam), Dilip Kumar (Dil diya dard liya), Manoj Kumar (Patthar ke sanam) Biswajit (Bees Saal Baad) Guru Dutt (Kagaz ke phool) et al

    She was the uncrowned queen of bollywood.

    So, there is this protagonist of the short story who enters a quiz contest in a film magazine and wins a free lunch with Waheeda Rehman.

    The man goes completely bonkers. His wife and kids are elated. They become the talk of the community.

    He sets on preparing for the big day. He stitches a new three piece suit for the occassion. His wife withdraws her deposits in the bank to pay for it. He buys new shoes, perfumes etc.

    The next two weeks he gathers all the information about Waheeda Rehman. Her birthdate, birth place, her likes, dislikes, background and the entire list of all her films and performances.

    On the day of reckoning he takes a special taxi to her house in Bandra spending the last penny in his pockets.

    The luncheon turns out to be a damp squib. Waheeda Rehman comes to the table, wishes him for winning the contest and excuses herself in ten minutes to go for another appointment.

    Our hero comes back feeling extremely low and dejected.

    As he returns home, his family and friends wait for him to hear all about the great meeting.

    He makes up imaginary stuff and pleases everyone.

    At night, after the kids go to sleep, he tells his wife:
    “You know my dear, you are my Waheeda. Not that lady who acts like one.”

  12. [Sin City saga continues.]

    [The Tihar Tea Party]

    [Courtyard in Tihar. Maddy, Kani Munni, Raja, Pee See are sitting around a make-shift desk. Enter Bush]

    Bush: Hey guys!

    Pee See: Ah.. welcome Your Excellency, a Daniel come to Justice!

    Bush: Eh? Who’s danny?

    Pee See: Daniel Sir! Shakespeare says in The Merchant of Venice.

    Bush: Oh, Billy Shakespeare. I know. [Points to the table] Are you one of them?

    Pee See: No, not yet. I’m only visiting for now.

    Bush: Good. So guys, howz it going?

    Raja: Bad Saar. Help us Saar. This Annamalai has got us in trouble.

    Bush: I know. I’ve seen him. He’s no trouble if you know whats coming.

    Maddy: You’ve got to get us out!

    Bush: Who are you?

    Maddy: Maddy, Sir, CWG project manager!

    Bush: Oh, yes. We met at Macau. You didn’t let fatty go to the loo.

    Maddy: Not me, Sir! Barney held him down!

    Bush: Yea, yea. But why should I save you?

    Maddy: For 16 million rupees Sir!

    Bush: Don’t pull that on me buddy. You don’t have the money. Its in UK and Australia.

    Maddy: I can get it back!

    Bush: You can’t. So, just stay. [To Raja] Whats your story mister?

    Raja: I’m Raja Saar. The 2G spectrum…

    Bush: Oh yes. I know that one. Where’s the money?

    Raja: Mauritius, SIngapore, Malaysia, Carribean, Switzerland, Dubai and South Africa

    Bush: How many title accounts?

    Raja: 6 of the Unreliance group, 2 of DB non-realty, 2 of Ate-it-salad, 7 in my family.

    Bush: How many is that in total?

    Raja: 22

    Kani Munni: 17 dummy. 6 plus 2 plus 2 plus 7

    Bush: Fine with me. Are they with banks or institutions or both?

    Raja: Banks, institutions, companies, numbered accounts, stocks, realty, gold, mining, all types Saar.

    Bush: Man, you are a dud. You stay right here till I get this sorted out.

    Pee See: What about me Sir?

    Bush: Who are you?

    Pee See: I am Pee See, the Home Minister of India

    Bush: Oh yea. I know your case. Your files are already with that Swami guy. Given by the CIA. We have a first-come-first-serve policy. He came first to New York. Flew in straight from Harvard. Your son was on the CIA radar for some time.

    Pee See: I have asked him to quit. He has dumped his accounts already.

    Bush: What about Luxemberg?

    Pee See: Oh, thats a proxy account. Not his own.

    Bush: We’ll see that. For now, you get a nice little room here and stay put.

    Kani Munni: I am here for no fault of mine.

    Bush: Who are you?

    Kani Munni: I am Kani Munni. I know how to sign on bank cheques.

    Bush: They sent you here for that?

    Kani Munni: Yes, I signed for transferring the 2G funds. I was only a post office.

    Bush [To Pee See]: What’s a post office?

    Pee See: A courier.

    Bush: Oh, okay. We’ll see about that. I can’t give you all my word. But I know what I’m going to do.

    All: What, what?

    Maddy: What, what, what, what, what, what

    Bush: Hey!

    Maddy: What?

    Bush: Stop that. What’re you doing?

    Kani Munni: He is singing. What-what-what-what.

    Bush: Maddy!

    Maddy: SIr?

    Bush: Don’t sing.

    [Maddy steps back sadly]

    Bush: Now guys. Hear this. I have seen this chappie Anna. And I kinda like the way he’s going.

    Pee See: He is such a pain.

    Bush: I know. So you guys have nowhere to go. While you fight your destinies, I’ll do what I’ve to do.

    Maddy: What, what, what, what..

    Bush: Hey!

    Maddy: Sorry!

    Bush: Guys, you take some papers and pens, and write down all the names and accounts that you can remember. I’ll take care of your stock while you are here! Is that alright or what?!

    All: Here, here! Thank God for Lord Bush!

    Bush: This is the Tihar Tea Party guys! Washington had one in Boston y’know!

    Pee See: Yes, Yes. The Resolution for Freedom!

    Bush: Was it? I don’t know. Lets have one here. Now.

    Maddy: Err… I don’t take Tea.

    Bush: Nor me. Hey, boy!

    [Enter jail sentry]

    Sentry: Yes, Sir?

    Bush: Get us some tea cups and lots of whisky.

    [Exit sentry. returns with tea cups and whisky bottles. Everyone picks a cup. Bush rises for the toast]

    Bush: Lady and Gentlemen, birds of the same feather, flock together said Shakespeare

    Maddy [To Pee See]: Shakespeare said that?

    Pee See: Shhhhh…

    Bush: This is for the future of your country and my money! Cheers!

    All: Cheers!

    [Everyone gets busy writing their lists. Bush walks around the table holding his cup over their heads]

    [Curtain]

  13. Aish,

    This is for your comment in one of the strings above. I’ll copy paste your comment first.

    Reader,

    The money transactions between bigwigs while the nation plays catch isn’t different from the ‘Monkey in the Middle’ we played as kids. I wonder how more circulation of money in white can uplift the BPL population. I feel the RBI should just stop printing currency for a while.

    Inflation is the bane of the people. I wish Anna represented an anti-inflation movement. Populating Tihar will not feed the poor neither will Ministers taking turns at token fasts.

    Gold costs 28000 for 10 g, Petrol is 70 Rs a liter, Milk is 30 Rs a liter, Atta costs 40 Rs a kg. There has to be a solution for the people.

    If each home functions as an independent unit, self-reliant in agriculture, water and power supply, then we can claim to be unaffected by the culture and values of our leaders and how they choose to run the nation. If not, we are monkeys. Play on.

    Inflation (and hyperinflation in some cases) are economic conditions. The reality of the trading world today is that if the bigwigs do not have money, there would be no economy at all.

    I am sure you know the story of Sudama and Krishna. The poor guy has nothing to offer to Krishna other than a bowl of pounded rice. Krishna takes with so much relish that Sudama’s life is blessed thereafter. Krishna in that story is the leader and Sudama is the ruled. The culture and values of the leader are affected by the culture and values of the ruled, not vice versa.

    To give you a more contemporary example, if I were to go to a local municipal corporator to make a ration card, I may have to wait for 2 hours and then pay a hefty Rs 5000/- or equivalent. If there is a poor villager in the same queue he will get the same service for a few Kgs of vegetables that he brings from his farm and offers it as a token of gratitude.

    In my opinion, the values of the elected leaders in a democratic government are decided by the expectations of the voters.

    People get the form of government they deserve.

    For instance, after the first World War, Germany got the Third Reich. After reading Mein Kempf and the compilation by Henry Ford Sr., I came to the firm conclusion that Germany got what it deserved.

    The same elite Jews who praised Hitler’s vision for German dominance over Europe were later burnt alive by him after he came into power.

    • Reader,

      A poor villager or one of us is not necessarily the Taluk Supply Officer’s childhood friend to go laden with beaten rice, cashew or cash. The processing fees for a ration card should ideally do.

      Is Sonio’s government what we deserve? I hope not.

      • Aish,

        The answer to your first point is in the basic premise of a ration card.

        If you have accepted that a ration card is a good administrative document to have then you have already walked into the political trap.

        The villager is lured into the system with incentivized food stuff and basic necessities. If you recall your experience in Moscow, the ration card is a killer of free enterprise. the government grabs the production of private businesses and distributes it for its own profit, which means the profit of the ruling elite.

        Sonio’s government was elected constitutionally. The constitution allows unelected people to become cabinet ministers – prime minister, defense minister, home minister, finance minister and minister for foreign affairs. These are key positions in any country. I have always said the constitution of the country is our nemesis.

      • Reader,

        If you feel people get the form of government they deserve, they probably deserve the ration card as well??

        I wasn’t asked if the ration card is a good idea before it was issued, but I accept it as much as I accept that Sudama ‘bribed’ Krishna with his offering.

      • Aish,

        The story from Sudama’s perspective is slightly different. He was ashamed of his poverty.

        From Krishna’s position, he was yearning for home-made food from his childhood.

        Both were grateful to each other. Sudama gave Krishna what he thought was meagre. Krishna gifted Sudama with what He thought was meagre.

        But in the final run, it was Sudama who won. Because Sudama took the initiative to go and meet Krishna.

  14. Monkey See, Monkey Do… I have uploaded a video in my own account on youtube… here it is…

  15. Following is a good read for those with a sense of humor.

    Disclaimer: I do not subscribe to the views of the writer.

    In the words of the writer himself – Warning: This blog (link below) is written for a rational audience that likes to have fun wrestling with unique or controversial points of view. It is written in a style that can easily be confused as advocacy or opinion. It is not intended to change anyone’s beliefs or actions. If you quote from this post or link to it, which you are welcome to do, please take responsibility for whatever happens if you mismatch the audience and the content.

    The best way to kill creativity

    http://www.dilbert.com/blog/entry/the_best_way_to_kill_creativity/#SB_Comments

  16. I guess I don’t have a sense of humor because i don’t get what all the disclaimers are about 😛

    Thanks, Reader, for the enjoyable read.

  17. My Book Review

    Decision Points

    Memoirs of George W. Bush

    ISBN 978-0-307-59061-9, Crown Publishers, New York

    Copyrights 2010 George W. Bush (Who else?)

    As an Indian located on the other side of the planet, all I knew about George W. Bush was what I’d heard and read through the media. I have no particular interest in the environment in which he became what he became. For me, he was just another specimen of the American genre. This memoir is a good read in that sense. I began to read it like I usually read any other book on famous historical accidents.

    But there is a bright side to everyone’s life. This life story of Bush has many bright sides. Bush was not just a lone star in a dark sky. He was a whole constellation in many ways.

    In his 8 years of presidency he emptied the coffers of the US government, which, in my opinion, is a good thing. A government must be bankrupt and the money should be with the citizens.

    But on the other hand, he also left a gaping hole called Recession in the free market that has created the illusion of a boom in Asia, mainly India and China. (A few years down the line, when the recession is over and the West withdraws its investment, Indians are going to face the wrath of the Ghenghis Khans of China who’ll invade the naiton from Ladakh, Arunachal and Tamilnadu. This is not in the book. Its my theory.)

    Coming back to the book, Bush takes us through his career, step by step and event by event – his election campaigns and his strategies; he takes us aboard the Air Force One after the attacks on 9/11; he describes the price the US paid while destroying anti-american ideologies in Iraq and Afghanistan; he shares his counter-terrorism strategies and the revamping of internal surveillance that has shown amazing results since the attacks on the twin towers.

    The whole narrative is dotted with honest and forthright opinions, as events unfold in the same order that we know them already.

    Here is a rather insignificant one in his own words:

    As Maliki called for the first question, a man in the Iraqi press rose abruptly. He let out what sounded like a loud bark, something in Arabic that sure wasn’t a question. Then he wound up and threw something in my direction. What was it? A shoe?

    The scene went into slow motion. I felt like Ted Williams, who said he could see the stitching of a baseball on an incoming pitch. The wingtip was helicoptering toward me. I ducked. The guy had a pretty live arm. A split second later, he threw another one. This one was not flying as fast. I flicked my head slightly and it drifted over me. I wish I had caught the damn thing.

    Chaos erupted. People screamed, and security guards scrambled. I had the same thought I’d had in the Florida classroom on 9/11. I knew my reaction would be broadcast around the world. The bigger the frenzy, the better for the attacker.

    I waved off Don White, my lead Secret Service agent. I did not want footage of me being hustled out of the room. I glanced at Maliki, who looked stricken. The Iraqi reporters were humiliated and angry. One man was shaking his head sadly, mouthing apologies. I held up my hand and urged everyone to settle down.

    “If you want the facts, it’s a size ten-shoe that he threw, ” I said.

    That, in short, is the beauty of this book. It’s honest and straight from the heart.

    For those who would like to know what America feels like, post the cold war, this is the book to read. Bush stands in sharp contrast to the brooding and uncertain Eissenhower who lead the allies in World War II and spent his presidency fighting communist insurgency in the US.

    Bush says it just as it is. And adds his own unique touch of humor to everything. He is not in the least diplomatic or word perfect in the conventional sense, unlike, say, Bill Clinton in his autobiography ‘My Life’. But Bush comes out as a man full of human feelings and someone who is not afraid to bare them before an audience.

    He knows his politics, he counts his blessings at every step and he doesn’t care if no one agrees with him. He is not a dictator, but he has all the traits of one!

    If I were to summarize all of it into one single impression that he leaves us with, I’d say, Bush believes in his own freedom so much that he is ready to fight for everyone else who believe in theirs. You’re either with us or against us.

    This is a must-read for those who thought Michael Moore made sense.

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