Gee mama they are pitting me against Uncle Modi! “Yes my son, my pretty son with that pretty little dimple, whom all the Indian girls are falling for, what chance has anyone got against you?”
“He has done many things in Gujarat ma?” “Yes my son, while you were learning to woo your Argentina girlfriend, he was winding burning tires around women, while you were learning to grow a beard, he was teaching the state how to look the other way!”
“Gee mama they are pitting a seasoned man against me!” “You are a seasoned boy my son. Who else could have sat with that pretty girl watching a cricket match? Who else can go in front of an audience and show his pretty dimple, open his mouth, not say anything, but show his pretty dimple?”
“He has changed the economy in his state ma!” “We also have changed the state of this country son! We have kept judges working overtime, we have given enough scandals for TV channels to run with breaking news day after day!
We have changed the state of this country my son!” “But ma uncle Modi may challenge me to a debate?” “My son, my son with that pretty dimple, whom all the Indian girls are falling for, what chance has anyone got against you?”
“Should I learn to speak ma?” “No, no my son, when you open your mouth that pretty dimple cannot be seen.” “Should I learn more about the country mama?” “What more is there to be learnt my son, you are a Gandhi, son of a Gandhi, grandson of a Gandhi, and great grandson of a Nehru, there is nothing more to learn my son, just two words, Gandhi, Nehru, Nehru, Gandhi!” “But ma?” “What ease it my son?” “They are pitting me against Uncle Modi!” “My son!” “Yes mama?” “You must do only one thing!” “What is it mama?” “You must never call him uncle!”
“What should I call him mama?” “Narendra!” “But uncle Modi will get very angry mama!” “Yes my son, it will be his anger, his haughtiness, stemming from a deep sense of insecurity that will pull him down.
You are a Gandhi, but you don’t need to tell the world that, they already know. Do you understand my son?” “Gee mama they are pitting me against Narendra!” “Now you will win my son..!” —Email: email@example.com