Desperately seeking Kamal

Desperately seeking Kamal

The Queen is nostalgic! After all those years spent in Orissa trying to lift the state from its grinding poverty (as he would like his jet set friends to believe) suddenly he remembered good old Delhi and his dear chum Kamal.

The Central Minister who was on a business call was shocked when he saw the Queen’s bored face! He was also pissed off by the fact that all his sincere talk about agro exports and how Orissa could benefit from being an organic state was pure Greek to the Queen who continued to glance at his watch wishing that the meeting come to an end. No less than three times, the Queen with misty eyes asked him “How is Kamal?” I cringe when I realize what he must be going through missing his dearest chum.

I am sure he must have remembered the games all Doon school boys played when the lights went out in the dorm! I can also bet my last rupee that Kamal must have been a really active playmate whom the Queen truly pines for! Hai Hai !

The Queen is now bored of all the politics and the shadow boxing and the rigmaroles he has play to retain his strangulating hold on the party. I truly pity him since he is missing his Scotch and kabab parties in Delhi! Now he hates everything about the state! The state’s paan chewing netas, the stinking slum ridden capital city, the stark poverty and the hot and humid climate has finally caught up with the Queen.

With governance at its all time low and law and order having nose dived and with the two penny babus in full and absolute grip, the Queen is suddenly wondering if he actually has a third chance. With NREGS a complete failure due to massive under spending and corruption, the poverty index just refuses to improve! I wonder if the Centre will stop all the anti poverty schemes in our state due to our supremely incompetent machinery.

If you guys remember, two days ago, the Reds closed down the NH-42 between Angul and Sambalpur and let loose complete mayhem. A truck was burnt down and they fired upon an adventurous group who wanted to break the bandh call. While the Queen with his florid face and kohl lined eyes continues with his endless reviews with that poet turned babu who runs the Home Deptt, the Reds are rapidly edging towards the capital itself!

The Delhi and Mumbai flights are now half empty as the mad rush of banias for MOUs has tapered off! Suddenly, every body is wondering about how many MOUs will finally see the light of the day! With the threat from the Reds, every bania operating in the tribal districts is now jittery! Displacement for industry is another major issue and no farmer is willing to believe that the state has the best rehabilitation policy in the country, however loud the babus may holler about this from the rooftops!

Ofcourse the lecherous alcoholic babu with a terrible public image who runs his office from the infamous watering hole of the city has taken upon himself the onerous task of assuring the biggies that their money is safe! How can a guy who is dead drunk by noon ever inspire any serious businessman? No wonder they flee the moment they are forced to deal with him!

The Koreans are fuming since the Queen and the single pocket babu in his office are refusing to take their calls. They are now forced to seek the Sardar’s munificence if they really want to see their project take off! The bald kabadiwalla's dream project for alumina remains mired in court cases and all the Queen's lackeys couldn't do anything to bail him out! His biggest land grab deal to snatch 10,000 acres in the Puri coast is also a pipe dream.

With such a sad state of affairs what else can the Queen do other than reminiscence abut his good old Delhi days! Oh how he misses those happy days when as a carefree bird he was totally free to dress up in his bright floral gowns, smear shiny red lipstick and put on those awfully loud earings and make his daily evening rounds?