JOIN USOnce upon a time there lived A King. A real live-wire, he took charge of telecommunications like no-one before him. With sops and offers, he filled up the coffers and everybody sang “Raja kaiya vacha adu wronga ponnadille”.
Unfortunately, tapping and taping Radia-tions made him sing his swansong and his spectral glow faded. The Radia-tions revealed the true colours of a hidden masterpiece painted with tainted money, covering a spectrum of people.
In the most visible range were those who made the breaking news. One lady who spoke politics in the language of “We, the people” was red-faced at being caught brokering power red-handed and admitted to errors of judgment. Others of her fraternity were appalled at their colleagues being such greenhorns. Tchah… When the lady asked what she should tell “Them”, didn’t she know that it could be so telling? The damning conversations simply confirmed what “We, the people” knew all along.
“Them” — the Ultimate Powerful Association (UPA) defended A King stating that corruption was deeply rooted in the system and when in Rome, one does as the Romans do. The all-powerful, of course, like Caesar’s wife, was above reproach. Also a scam, like Rome, isn’t built in a day and originated when the others were in power. The UPA meant that the others’ stand was like the pot calling the kettle black.
Of course, the others went purple with rage at this supercilious attitude of the UPA. They raised a hue and cry over the issue, claiming that the accused were too yellow to allow a proper investigation. Neither party budged an inch. Finally, the ‘god of small cars’ hit the brakes — otherwise more ultra-shady deals involving the infra-dig might have come to light. The white blanket thrown over the chaotic but colourful masterpiece made the future look black.
“We, the people” knew that the buck didn’t stop in the country, it moved to secret bank account in some exotic foreign location. Marooned on an island of deceit and corruption, they lived unhappily ever after in their winter of discontent. This fable has no moral. The immoral, however, are obvious.