Ittefaq Nama

Ittefaq Nama
I can’t belief it, that we have done this, putting Cyril on ECL. “Is there anything more stupid that we could have done?” I asked my kitchen cabinet. “Oh yes Prime Minister”, they all shouted in unison, “we can do something more stupid by keeping him on the ECL”. By God Promise it wasn’t my idea. I swear. “It was the worst mistake we’ve made in recent mammary”, I told my kitchen cabinet. “Oh no, Prime Minister, please don’t worry”, they all shouted in unison, “we’ve made even worse mistakes in recent mammary.”

Dil to karta hai that I should stand up and say “OK OK, I TOLD CYRIL. KAR LO JO KARNA HAI. DO WHATSOEVER YOU CAN!” Is this any talk? Yeh koi baat hai? The whole world knows their policies have failed. Zero butta zero. Anda. Egg. So what that it came out? It is not blasphemy. Why we are on torture table for leaking it to Cyril, hain ji? Why we must reveal our sauce when nobody is asking Cyril to reveal his sauce, hain ji? And what they will do to sauce? Put him on treason trial? Or worse?

Any the ways, Cyril will soon be off ECL. And of matter. I again asked my kitchen cabinet, “what we can do to divert attention from this mass?” They all answered in unison, “can’t we let them have a quick war to divert attention from this mass?” “Don’t be silly”, I protested, “we can’t let them have a quick war just to divert attention from this mass”. “Can’t we?” my kitchen cabinet asked in unison. “Well, now that you mention it … look into it, will you?” I said.

Any the ways, I said, tell me a story to get me out of this prassure cooker. Cyril’s sauce cleared his throat and began, “Once upon a time there was an emperor who had no clothes, except that nobody dared tell him he had no clothes, so everyone kept telling him what nice clothes until one day a child saw the emperor walking past starkers and said ‘look! The emperor has no clothes’ ….” “Oh noooo, not again ….!” I moaned.

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