Deep in its cavernous interior is a room called the Library where four people sit making a plan, amidst books bought by faithful retainers.
Heir - That’s why I’m saying Mamma, I need my own Puppet. Let him speak. I only want to smile & wave.
Matriarch- There’s no one like him. All too dangerous & ambitious now. We can’t take a chance.
Daughter - Not him Mamma. He’ll be even more insufferable.
Matriarch- To think I could have gone back but I stayed in this hot, dusty, dirty country & worked to uplift these ungrateful pagans ...
Instead I’m trying to be this Hindu, going to temples, saying that I’m married to a political party & expected to spout confusing figures of that fighter plane whatsitsname ...
Son In Law - I could be of help you know. I’ve also started visiting temples.
There is a tunnel to the airport where a plane is ready & waiting. You could leave tonight. No one can touch you!
Our Wazir also has the same arrangements. But we have ruled Hindustan before & we will rule her again.
Heir- I think the people are not as stupid as they were in your time Mamma
It’s all very exhausting & I can’t do it.
They make so much fun of me
You are a big boy, with big responsibilities.
No, not to Hindustan, it’s future & aspirations.
But to the plane parked in Dubai.
To the media, the judiciary, the bureaucracy who will leave us & go to that Modi if they don’t get their goodies.
A lot rests on you my son.
So go look at those pictures of that mountain Kailash whatever & get your story right next time.