Our Desi Nero sure was dancing to the tune of immaculate sense of dressing when Delhi was rocking with serial bomb blasts. He changed his attire at almost the same precision of frequency as the serial blasts. The serial dress-changer kept his date with smartness in clothes better than in the sincerity of gauging the security threat that the world's largest democracy is ridiculously seeped in.
Well that's the Home Minister of our great Nation for whom I always had the great respect of being a statesman until he choose to be the playboy of the fabric industry and be their advertising mascot rather than be the tough mascot of protecting the 1.2 billion people of the world's seventh largest nation.
His roar of the day that he has the blessings of the party high command shows the height of sycophancy amidst the terrorist threats that appear to sabotage nation's peace. Such a statement displays the vac cum of healthy sense of reasoning, logic, political acumen, vision, confidence and guts that's expected of a person holding such an important and sensitive post. The so called Congress high-command must come out of these puppets in the top slots and stop being the butt of hilarious laughters and near maddening display of priorities over National Security that gives the strikers to have the last laugh.
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