It was early dawn when prime minister Vajpayee stepped on the lawn of his house for his morning walk. At this hour the poet in him was most inspired. He sighed as he thought of all the problems troubling his government. He hoped people had forgotten the Bihar fiasco. The president was right of course...
Breakdowns which are institutional Do not make crisis constitutional—Rabri is a lucky dame, Despite a government quite lame...!
The PM wiped the sweat from his brow. The cabinet expansion business had been a narrow shave. A faint frown creased his forehead. What was wrong with his allies...?
His allies were quite problematic,
Not knowing simple arithmetic,
How could he provide chairs
For all the hopefuls taking airs...?
Jaya of course was the worst. He blamed her most of all...
If one bad apple spoils the rest,
A single Jaya ruins the best,
Let alone Mamata or Ram—
Now even Badal twists my arm!...
Thank God all the silly clots clamouring for berths in the cabinet had been silenced till next year. And after that? The PM smiled grimly. A caretaker prime minister faced no pressure to expand the cabinet! He wondered if the midterm poll would be in March or April. March was more pleasant, but April gave him an extra month. It was nice of Clinton to postpone his visit. Would Clinton survive? Not that it mattered...
Bill or Newt or Al,
No one is your pal,
Foreign affairs is a jungle,
At every step a bungle!...
The PM wondered how long his government
would last after the Delhi government fell. On the other hand would Sushma, could Sushma,
I admit we weren't too clever,
But better late than never!
We couldn't deliver Ram Raj,
But we did deliver Sushma Swaraj!
The PM sighed. He walked towards the verandah. It was time to help Sushma. Time to deal with the business at hand...
Stop smiling, end the mirth,
Time to get down to earth,
Time to rest your aching bunions,
To wrestle with the price of onions...