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Where Pigs have Horns



I’m not surprised that the Harvard University invited Lalu Prasad Yadav to deliver a lecture on management.  If he could create horns for pigs, Harvard could colonise paradise. 

The cartoon is taken from the latest issue of Tehelka.  The magazine says that Lalu’s Rs950-crore scam that sent him to jail (which he will make a paradise inviting the Harvard professors to visit him) had some “fantastic” statistics.  For example:

“... Rs 15 lakh worth of mustard oil for polishing horns of buffaloes and pigs (yes, pigs) and several crores for transporting cattle on oil tankers, police vans, autorickshaws, and scooters (yes, scooters)."[emphasis added]

The title of the article is: “TAKING THE STATE FOR A RIDE: How a CM & Co gamed the system.”

I think the cartoonist should have added horns to the pigs on the scooter.

Lalu Yadav should be given management lessons in oiling  the horns of pigs in the jail.   

How long will ordinary people continue to let politicians like Lalu Yadav take them for rides?
  


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  1. Can't expect much from a politician. But Lalu is such a great entertainer, much better than those boring comedians we use to see in TV :)

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    1. I too used to be amused by Lalu's antics and one-liners. He must be entertaining people in jail now.

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  2. Lalu is Lalu afterall....If he can change China to Bihar in one month,God knows what he is capble of.. :-P

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  3. We are all so used to being taken for a ride that we have stopped responding. Its high time we think before we vote and demand better leaders.

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    1. Yes, we the people have to do some serious thinking and do some serious action.

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  4. It will go on happening till time immortal unless Indians achieve a 80 to 100 % literacy

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    1. I'm beginning to distrust literacy, friend. I'm a teacher. Today's schooling only makes uncultured, uncivilised people who can differentiate between a and e and that too with much difficulty.

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  5. Yes, it's indeed a sad state of affairs :(

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    1. Our politicians seldom offer us any ray of optimism.

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