Shall We Tell The President ?

Reader Of This Blog :- Isn’t this just another piece of criticism levelled at the way our Country is being run ?

Inner Conscience – Yes, but as Shridhar has written it, you must read it.

ROTB :- Yeah, but he’s always so critical/cynical of/about things!

IC :- Oh, what the hell …

ROTB :- (starts reading) It all began with me (i.e Shridhar) reading a book by Jeffrey Archer, called Honour Among Thieves…

Yes, it all began there. However, that book is all about Saddam and his plot to defame the US government by stealing the original Declaration Of Independence and burning it in front of the US media. My article is something closer home, but nevertheless as comical as it can get.

Just that day, I was engrossed in the newspapers when I caught sight of an article on the Thakur Complex dispute. For all the uninterested/bored/dumb-enough-not-to-read-the-newspaper ones, a bit of history on this. A recent investigation into Thakur Complex led to the discovery that Thakur Complex was built on area reserved for forest land. Well, you can argue that those big buildings look a lot like trees…

But what the hell, they are concrete trees nevertheless. The officials-in-question prick up their ears with all the spotlight shone onto them. (Completely fictional) Reporter to official :- What can you tell us about this land dispute ? Official :- Oh, these forests are so precious. I just love the forest. We must do everything to protect it. Hold on. (In the background) Clear all those trees in the backyard for my new Dish TV, for God’s Sake!

The blame game ensues. Celebrities enter the arena. The usual hypocrisy follows. And as goes Metallica’s album…. And (In)Justice For All.

So shall we tell the President?

Oh, hell, no. The President is too busy to be disturbed. Wait, what’s that? Do I hear a press conference? Or is it something which doesn’t have anything to do with running the country?

Well, who cares? Do I ? Does the Prime Minister ? Does anyone care ?

(This seems a day for consciences) Small voice at the back of my head :- Damn it boy, you should care. You are writing this article. I firmly shut up the damned voice and continue with the article.

By the way, I recently got to know something more about obesity. (ROTB :- Don’t we know everything already?) No, we dont. (In a dumb-blonde-esque moment) You know, obesity is bad even for the country. (ROTB :- That’s Inflation, dumb-ass…)

Oh yeah, but isn’t that just as bad?

Well, yeah, NOW shall we tell the President ?

Huh, is he/she fat ?

(ROTB :- Stop cracking those PJs !)

Commie Parties :- We will not allow the Nuke deal to go through, however we will continue supporting the Congress. We don’t want BJP to use our old rulers’ policy. We don’t know how to spell Uranium. Is it Y-O-U-R-A-I-N-I-U-M ?

President Of The United States :- Yeah, well, yeah, well. I, err, guess it’s spelt that way. Doesn’t it sound like Osama-bin-Laden ? Ain’t that a Moslem name ? (Screams to Secretary Of State) Bomb the hell outta them! Those fucking guys want to blow down Hugh Hefner’s mansion. That’s national heritage, innit ? Send all troops to the Middle East. Get their oil!

Secretary Of State :- Tee hee hee … (Always thought the Secretary had a thing for Mr. President)