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State of the Nation

India seems to be in the midst of a crisis. The string of bad news is never ending. The rupee is falling faster than a wet easter egg slipping out of a four-year old's hands. Prices are galloping faster than Rajnikanth's steed. And worst of all? Sachin fell six dratted runs short of his century of centuries. Can it get any worse? Nope, it cant.

In India, it can never be all doom and gloom. There are always reasons to cheer. Like when 1.2 billion Indians collectively responded to the midwife's call to 'push...push....push'. And push they did...till a brand new bachchan popped out of moma Rai! Dad..oops..Grandad Senior Bachchan was seen beaming ear to ear. Junior Bachchan was seen sulking somewhere in the shadows, mobile phone in hand, mumbling something to the effect "no idea surjee".

The UPA government waited for Baby B to gain some four pounds before announcing the opening of doors to Walmart and the likes. What fun! Ms. Rai will soon get the benefit of "Everyday Low Prices" when she starts shopping for her fav pack of diapers! Manmohan Singhji beamed on TV as he said "We have finalized on a number of major policy initiatives. We will be announcing them soon. But our immediate priority is to make sure Baby B is growing well & Sachin gets his century. We are confident of Ms. Rai's doing her job. So, no sooner Sachin gets to his hundred on Boxing Day, we will get moving again. Policies can wait. Centuries cannot".

He is right. So what if hundreds of farmers are committing suicide, unable to bear the burden of huge debt and poor crop? So what if thousands of poor are headed further towards poverty each day? Those have been happening in India for centuries. We must look at the silver lining. Ms. Rai does not pop a Baby Bachchan out every day. A Sachin does not hit a century every day...well..umm...every other day. A century is big. A Century of Centuries? Darn big. Cmon farmer maan, you've stayed hungry this long...whats a few more weeks?

And finally...yesterday, a sardarji managed to slap Minister and BCCI supremo Sharad Pawar at a public function. Slappergate 2 is now national news. Pawar's family says they are distraught. Minister Pranab Mukherjee lamented upon the state of the nation. And apparently (a little birdie told me this) our dear pacer Sreesanth even called up Big Boss Pawar to check if it was Harbhajan at it again? Mr. Slapper is now headed to the safety and security of Hotel Tihar, where Raja, Kanimozhi, and Kalmadi are exchanging worried glances. Lets wait another week to see what happens inside Tihar.

Never a dull moment, India!

Comments

Trishna said…
Well said Naresh...
News now :-)
Kanimozhi out of Tihar Guest House after a refreshing vacation....
Bachchans agree to sell Baby B's pictures...
and Sachin out of the last two ODIs, Poor cricket fans have to wait longer...

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