To Be or 2 G..!
“Why did you want to take one hundred and seventy four thousand crores papa?” his children ask. “Wouldn’t a few crores have been enough?” “My squabbling children,” said the grand ole man of Tamilnadu politics adjusting his sun glares at eight in the night, “It was a promise to myself!” “But why papa?” “Because I never break my word!” Immediately all his squabbling children started squabbling, “You do break your word papa, you said I would be the next chief minister!” “You said I would be a Union minister?”“You said I would take over the party?” And the grand ole man of Indian politics smiled, “I never break my word to myself!” “Ah!” said his sons and daughters from wife number one and two and three and it is rumoured even wife number four, “He never breaks his word to himself!” Now there be many amongst you who be wondering what this promise was that the grand ole man of Indian politics made to himself many years ago on the ramparts of Fort St George, that even his family don’t know about, so I went to Fort St George and talked to those same Ramparts: “Yes, we do remember him, the same man who wears his sun glares at eight in the night!” said a Rampart to me. “I remember he stood on me and shouted those lines from Hamlet!”
“To Be or not To Be?” I asked. “Is that what the lines are?” asked the bewildered Rampart, “What that man with the sun glares shouted was ‘2 G or not 2 G’ “Ah,” I said, “So that is the promise he mistakenly made to himself, maybe I should rush to his house and tell him he quoted Shakespeare wrong!” “Too late!” said an old man wearing sun glares at eight in the night, “With one hundred and seventy four thousand crores, who’s bothered whether it’s To Be or 2 G…!”