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| | American Elections.! | | | My editor, a political writer who has covered all the elections since democracy was created looked up with consternation as I passed his desk. “Is there nothing else worth reporting than the US elections?” he shouted. “All I hear is Obama, Romney, Obama, Romney!”
“We could do something more on the scams?” I suggested.
“The readers want something new!”
“There’s a Zubin Mehta concert with the Vienna Philharmonic,” I ventured.
“He wants to conduct for Iraqi war refugees. What? Beat them with his baton?”
“Cricket?” I asked.
“India Pakistan match, a proxy war. India wins and public and team lost interest in the game. I should close this paper till the elections are over.”
“No, no, don’t do that,” I said hastily. “ I heard the union cabinet is meeting this afternoon.”
“The Cabinet?” shouted the editor looking at me with interest. “If we could get to know what they discuss it could be quite a scoop and we could get our readers away from the American election mania. Get ready.”
“Get ready for what?” I asked.
“We’ll get you into the prime ministers room,” said my editor, “then you can eves drop on the proceedings and make headlines tomorrow.”
“I might be shot for espionage,” I protested.
“Enough,’ said the editor. “And get going.”
The cupboard I was put in, was stuffy, but comfortable and I listened to the sounds of the ministers as they shuffled in and took their places.
“This is going to be an extraordinary meeting. Today I can promise the nation giant steps towards progress, prosperity and complete communal harmony,” said the prime minister.
“Yeah, yeah,” shouted the members vociferously.
“No more terror attacks!” shouted the hoarse voice of the home minister.
“And I,” said the minister for roads, “will build eight lane highways with flyovers and bridges throughout the country. I will make travel a pleasure.”
“Food for every citizen free of cost,” shouted the food minister.
“Social Security and a free health scheme,” promised the health minister.
“Industries that will rival the best in the world with government grants to all entrepreneurs”
“India a super power,” shouted the prime minister and his team.
I ran back to the newspaper office.
‘Did you get a scoop?” asked the editor.
“They feel India will become a super power!” I said.
“Write about the American elections..! said my editor wearily.
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