To Be or 2 G..!
Robert Clements
Thursday, December 23, 2010 - And as India’s 2 G scam gets murkier and murkier, and the plot gets thicker, we begin to see clearly why the grand ole patriarch of Tamilnadu politics didn’t want his minister at the centre to resign, it was money coming into the family coffers. Now there may be many amongst you who don’t know why a family from the south would want to do such a thing; it all goes back to many years ago when this old man, then a young fellow stood on the crumbling ramparts of Fort St George in Chennai, faced Delhi and shouted something that only the ramparts know.
“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…!”
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
“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…!”
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
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