Waking up in the middle of the
night, he first searched for his spects on the side table. These days it’s not
the temperature of Delhi that is troubling him, it’s something else that is
making him sweat, even at 2 in the night. Half asleep, he started walking
towards the kitchen to get a glass of chilled water to bring some respite to
his parched throat. Just when he banged his big toe in the wrong corner of the
wall did he actually wake up… ‘oh, it’s the new house, I had got used to the old
one, why did I have to vacate it?’
Arvind sat down on his sofa with
the glass and suddenly he felt all awake…as if awakened after a month long
sleep. ‘What is happening to my party?’ ‘Everyone seems to be ditching me, what
do I do now?’ It was time to introspect, and these happen well at night… sort
of.
‘Shazia, Sheila, Sonia – all these
S ladies are going against me… I need to bring them back on my side.’
‘Dharna kar liya, resign kar liya,
ab bacha kya hai karneko?’ he asked himself. [Protest done, resignation tendered, now what is left to do?]
Arvind took out his iPad and
quickly Googled for something.
‘I think I know just what can get
these ladies softer on me, I’ll gift them something!’
He quickly logged in to
baggout.com and flipped through their massive inventory of gifts, and apparels.
It was surprising when he saw his FB friends were already on baggout and Arvind
could see what was trending.
After a good five minutes of
search Arvind had a smile on his face – he had picked just the right gifts for
the ladies.
“Shawl for Shielaji, Saree for
Soniaji… and Shazia what can I give Shazia??”
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“... Ahaaa.. I’ll gift her this
watch, maybe she will remember the good times in the party”
Arvind quickly selected his orders,
and added a unique special note for each of the three gifts.
His note had a slight plea for
Soniaji – he did want a partnership now, actually again. He worded it just
perfectly so that it didn’t look he was begging to be back on Delhi’s chair,
but he just mentioned he wanted her co-operation.
His letter to Shielaji, however,
was short and sweet. He congratulated her on her determination of remaining the
governor of the sate and resenting the new government’s pressure of her
resigning. He emphasized she should remain the governor no matter what.
He chuckled and thought – at least
one contender less in his race to the chair (if at all that was possible, now!)
But his longest letter was for
Shazia, his partner in crime (what crime?? She was one of the founding members
of his party). He hoped the timepiece will remind her of all the good speeches
they had written (which he coughed away, in anyways) and all the afternoons
they spent at 'janter manter' – yeah they had good times at the Dharnas and protests.
With all his orders placed Arvind
was a happy man now. In 48 hours all the three ladies will be receiving his
gifts and he hoped it will all turn out positive.
“Arre Modiji jab border par gift
bhijwa sakte hai, to Aam Admi kya border ke ander nahi bhej sakte?” he smiled
thinking as he turned his iPad off. [If Mr. Modi could send gifts across the
border, then can’t the Aam Admi send some within it?]
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The post is written for a light laugh and the author is absolutely not serious about it. :P and also ask the readers not be serious about it. LOL. The characters are partly fictitious and partly existing (if that is possible at all).
This post is my entry to the Blogging Contest at Baggout.com. If you liked it leave a comment below.
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