A Lizard’s Tale
A dwarf leader. A minion employee. A cunning son-in-law.
Maneuvers master bribe-taker. Wins his daughter’s hand in marriage.
For, as the old goat-beard gloats-‘ he has all the traces of beating him at his game of deceit, subterfuge and accumulation of wealth’.
So, his Apple-of-eyes is in safe hands.
Secures him a job in a plum government department.
Utilizing paid services of another senior bribe-taking patriarch of appointments. Both used to chuckle over that extra canister of toddy-‘ oh, once in a government job, life is secured : you have the unionists, courts and human rights outfits to stand up for you. In a bid to justify their existence, so, never out. Unless, hit-wicket or retired-hurt’ ..
The successor to crime was indeed a gem among germs of society.
He knew his way around snakes to rise up the ladder.
In fact, he remained coiled to it.
Procured for himself a foreign paymaster as an add-on. To supplement his earnings. Government-salary, always went towards savings. Assets could not be acquired beyond known sources of income.
So, the unknown, hidden masters were going to design his dream bungalow and all other fanciful demands of his spilt better-half: he would chuckle to himself. .
More than anybody, he discovered early at the engineering college, of being a victim of inferiority-complex.
And, so he was determined to exercise his twisted mindset to show off as superiority complex ,to any onlooker or relative whom he could not evade at family gatherings.
Yes, Lady Luck courted him.
Bestowed upon him a cash-rich father-in-law who doted on an only daughter.
Got him a secured government job. One which would allow him all the freedom in the world to harass, trap and extract unpaid taxes from unsuspecting businessmen.
After all, the capital was a no-man’s territory & all kinds and categories of assesses were enamoured to migrate there. Soon, he began to flaunt his dark powers to foreign paymasters and they thrust a little scroll called the ‘right to info law’ into his palms . And, he palmed it off to a sorceress of power.
Rest is history.
He was awarded a feather of sorts from overseas.
Lending dignity to his dumb, schizophrenic existence. Soon, other local anarchists flocked to him.
There was a great master of serpents already well entrenched since decades in corridors of governance. Who had propelled a scarecrow-like, dipsomaniac old ex-truck driver as the Messiah of All.
It was not difficult to join a mob. For, the mobs never had a mind, nor shape or identity. Only mobs could lend entry to mobsters ‘ dens and hideouts of fugitives from law.
Soon, as history bore witness, this bonsai-leader quit his job ,mingled with the mobsters as well as co-priests of anarchy and in a Russian-roulette like game of one-upmanship, hijacked the movement .
He landed into lap of a shadow-sorceress pledging to be her adopted son and so, she fostered him to be declared by the superior-sorceress in power of all other inmates of Houses to be an anointed leader of sorts!
Thus began a fairy-tale climb.
As a leader.
As a head of tiny but important State. As a self-professed anarchist. Who carries no responsibility and no portfolio.
Who is chief of a band of assorted shady persons of questionable character, nil experience and dubious antecedents. Who soon trounced, bounces back with help of a mantra he snatches from a satellite-driven electronic voting-machine fraud of opposing ranks!
He soon passes on all State & sensitive information to enemies of the motherland. He is a complete pawn in hands of fraudsters, criminals and crooked political brigade. With a view to bossing over them all, sooner than later.
He masters the tricks of public life: throw a few philosophical, crocodile- tears as part of regular photo-ops, hire a few freshers of technology who can wire the networks to sing his peans and cry foul on a super lord who breathes as a fire-spewing dragon over him.
The monster-leader found the dragon to be a living nightmare.
All else fitted into his plans.
A megalomaniac beyond any known to history, he wished to hear a ‘hail me’ slogan ring and boom around the countrysides, in the television studios and the foreign networks, who all, nowadays only networked among freelance stringers, to cut on costs and serve hot breaking news.
Veracity unknown. Disclaimer ,a rider. People, taken for a royal ride, always…
So, he now perfected a foolproof parallel banking system.
He made billions out of counterfeit, parallel and illegal banking transactions.
He was the desi Fed reserve, he would muse to himself.
He owned it all.
And, his ring of cohort-like serfs sprung up in a few months, to take their pickings out of his benevolence. This, was his art of self-governance. All that online-donation experience had helped him in the loot, scoot, cry-‘wolf’ enterprise.
Anarchy.
That was his mantra, his mission, his mindset.
In his interaction of the past few years, he noticed moles existed in all spheres of society. There were disgruntled officials, clerks, judges, advocates, goons and even retired folk. And so, he thought of a master plan. Bugging.
That telephones of sitting judges were being bugged!
When the heat of ever-so-free social media armies turned intense,he mumbled out a -‘ oh,I overhead them judges saying so!’.
Spider. Cobwebs. Lies.
The charade never ends.
Facade of democracy.
Be elected. Nobody ejects you. After all, there are governors holding additional states in charge. There are losers who are sitting pretty as governors. There is a governor who almost joined your bandwagon before the repoll.
Oh, such an anarchic world.
And, a few dumb ,honest observers of Indian polity brand you the anarchy mole! The laugh’s on them.
Lizard. Reptile. Rodent.
Oh, No..Name-calling never hurt. Skin thick. Scales heavily in his favour.
Lady Law, blind. As ever. Forever!
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Nice write-up
Hahaha…This is called as killing many birds by one stone…Excellent