Saturday, November 15, 2008

Change is Here!

Unless you've been stranded in a desert with your head up a camel's ... er, mouth, you would have known by now that Barack Obama is now officially president-elect of the US of A. Which means the evergreen McCain can now go back to telling his grandkids (or anybody else's for that matter) stories of how he survived the Vietcong after being taken prisoner.. oh wait, he's done that a million times already! And he's told (and retold) this story to anyone who'll listen... and to those who didn't really care too much either. Anyway, the young, fit Obama has ended up defeating the not-as-young, don't-know-how-fit McCain and will be going to the White House... um, he went ahead and did that already. Just to rub it in, he got Bush to give him the tour too. The conversations could have gone on the following lines:

George W: To the left is the master bedroom.
Barack O: (runs gleefully and pounces on the bed) Left side's mine.
Michelle O: (dismayed but holds her composure in an attempt to get into first-lady mode) OK. But only if we get an all-male intern team.
Barack O: Georgie boy, where's my welcome drink? But first, how dare you step into my bedroom without my permission! And are these undies with the Flintstones print yours?
Onlooking prissy British butler: (to himself) Egad! As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to serve these fools who were our slaves 330 years ago, now I have to wait on a black guy??!! Lord, how the tables have turned. Egad!!

Meanwhile, back home, our beloved Sardar, the Singh who was made King, had been sitting by the telephone with the eagerness of a pimply teenager, plucking petals off a rose, going "He'll call me, he'll call me not". Finally, the dark knight (politically incorrect yet mirthful euphemism, no?) puts in that call and this is how it probably goes:

The Man, The Mohan: (twirling telephone wire while blushing) Hi, Barack.
Barack O: (in deep baritone) Hey there. How you doin’?
The Man, The Mohan: (more blushing) I’m over the moon now that you’ve called. Much like Chandrayaan.
Barack O: You know we are natural partners, right?
The Man, The Mohan: (slightly irked) You know, that teenager comment a few lines ago might have given you the wrong impression. I might appear to be calm and unassuming, but you seem to be calmly assuming a little too much here.
Barack O: No, no, my friend, you are mistaken. I was referring to a partnership of the strategic kind. See, I know the streets of your country are rife with beggars. And all I have been shouting about for the last year or so is Change. Beggars and change. Yin and yang. You see?
The Man, The Mohan: Sigh. Not only is that offensive to my country, but it is also a testament to your poor sense of humour. That is why I had told George Bush that the people of India love him. He is so much more funnier than you are, he has entertained people so well over the last eight years with his antics.

All said and done, the one person I feel sorry for at the end of the election campaign is Sarah Palin. But Sarah need not worry. Here’s three pieces of information that may (or may not, i never know) help keep herself focused for 2012:

That’s it. That’s about as political as i can get.


Reshma said...

gud one....... as usual .. :)

The Neverknown said...

much gratitude, ma'am

Gauri said...

supppper post...

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