|Courtesy: The Hindu|
My wife and I are celebrating our 17th Wedding Anniversary today with sambar. Sambar is a good dish when Chicken Manchurian is outlawed by the institution in which we are working. We are law-abiders.
I liked Rahul Gandhi’s speech at the Congress Chintan shibir or whatever it is called. Poor fellow, I thought. He has a vision. He wants to take the power from the wicked old people who have amassed enough and hand it over to the youth who are struggling to make both ends meet.
I wanted to thank my wife for tolerating me for 17 years. She would have enjoyed a chicken dish. I donned the senile turban of worn out traditions and said, “My love, thank you for bearing with me for 17 years. Please bear with our institution for a few more years. I’ll feed you karimeen (a fish that is likely to become extinct) to your heart’s content …”
Rahul Gandhi came in between. With his tears. His past. I felt sad. So much feeling, so many emotions. How do you deal with life with all that burden of the past?
“Forget the past,” said Maggie (that’s my wife). “Why not look at the future?”
Give the power to the powerless, said Rahul Gandhi. And he had travelled much in India before he said that.
I’m waiting for that promised power.
“Aren’t you the dictator here?” asks my wife.
“Ok, let’s have a sambar dinner, dear. Who dictated chicken out?”
Mrs Sonia Gandhi cried on the shoulders of Rahul Gandhi.