Thread by @_NAN_DINI

The Matriarch leaves her citadel of high walls & gate to the chateau of her son, The Heir. The world outside doesn’t look half as fossilised as she would have liked it to.

~Damn this man ~she thought.
~Always doing something or the other. Doesn’t he understand that once people taste the blood of development they will only want more, more & more ?!?~

The Heir is waiting for her. Impatient. Anxious.
~What to do mother ? I wasn’t prepared for this. Who knew we would win & such a decision would have to be taken.
So far I’ve been fobbing them both & now to tell one that he’s CM & not the other ..... What to do ?~

~It’s simple bambino. A lesson I learnt from from your grandmamma.
The sun must only shine on you! The rest are expendable.
Remember that always !
Keep the rejected one happy with crumbs. We have reduced them after all to a Partee Of Pidis~

~We have not been voted in to do something new.
We are the Comfortable Same Old Same Old.
Throw them just that. A freebie, a waiver & don’t teach them to fish.

They will be happy. They are Indians after all.

Now call my Retainer & Hunchback & let me check the Treasury - the only reason after all, why we fight elections !

~With the Butcher of 1984 installed we have sent a message to the people, bambino.
We don’t give a fig for your feelings. During the campaign yes we shed copious tears for you- but now we have the last laugh.
Let’s look at Rajasthan~

~Mamma~ said The Daughter who had joined them
~not that I would mind that ass of my husband cooling his heels in jail for a bit but my children carry his name. We need Uncle Magician on that chair to save our skin ~

~ So then bambino~ said the Matriarch
~It’s decided. Go on declare Uncle Magician.
We come first. Now & always. The people understand that well & vote us in~

~ And now after this if you want to leave for an ‘undisclosed location’- you may caro mio.
Well deserved. We’ll look after the rest.....~
*smiles*