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“If PM is ‘Shikhandi’, then I ‘self-allege’ to be DRAUPADI”- Rahul Gandhi


 



 **This is strictly a part of fiction and nothing penned down here is true!! I just use a lil bit of sarcasm mixed up with satire to make you all giggle...(at least for a moment). This post is not to insult or denigrate anyone.**



By Delusional Reporter.
After the allegations on PM by one of the senior-most lawyer from the estranged Team Anna who are trying to withstand the withering, there was time to ricochet from the UPA side. 

The allegation which was purportedly directed to another gung ho, multimillion dollar ‘coal’ scam, it eventually ended up with PM being called as ‘Shikhandi’. So there was a wide and wild range of dissent and disappointment from across the Congress party. 

A source close to the delusional reporter was informed that the Congress were upset for being at fault; had they know the secret of PM being Shikandi, they would never have made him one!! I mean..PM… so they wanted to reply the team Anna strongly and proscribe them from making such in future and thence making them realize the mistake!!!

So Mother Italy of India, once again found silver lining and was quick enough to order Rahul Gandhi to make up to the situation and show now, at least one of his highly, clandestine, talented political skill set so that she can at least lure LALU PRASAD to pitch a voice for his name to PM post.

So our beloved churned-out Prince, came up with an interview and surprisingly, called everyone in media, including his sycophants and gave an audacious statement, “ If PM is allegedly Shikhandi, then I am, self-alleging myself to be DRAUPADI”   

This took everyone to surprise. Before anyone could ask the rhetorically pre-assigned rhetoric questions, RG, himself sought to reply to all those de facto queries.

Further he, spoke, without trying to tear any paper, “Now you would ask why I chose to be Draupadi and not Arjun, as claimed by few. You see, Draupadi had 5 husbands and each one was well equipped with his own talent. They were so brave and courageous. In short, they were her perfect bodyguards. So even I have my own bodyguards.. please don’t take them as my husbands!!” 

He tried to giggle with this little impromptu joke, but all in vain. Continuing his speech in sad tone, “ again, before you ask, I would like to tell, that for me Digvijay Singhji, P Chidambaramji, Kapil Sibbal(my favourite), Pranabji and aaaaa….” . Thought for a couple of seconds and said, “ haan!! I remember, it’s Kumar Ketkar. You see, these people always protect me from anything to everything. Be it some foolish statement in media, my failure in election campaigning, visiting different states, etc.”
Interrupting him, I asked proudly, “ Sir, can you tell us, who’s whom from your mentioned list of Pandavas or you 5 husbands?”

RG got a bit frustrated, but guised it with a smile and replied, “ Look!! Don’t think that I only live at Dalit’s house at night, I am A BRAHMIN and yesterday, I slept at a Brahmin’s house. I tried to read whole Mahabharata in one night but couldn’t do!! So this is all I could make out. I need some more time, to be perfect with matching. So pardon me !!”

I asked another one….” sir, then how would you put the Vastra Haran(clothes stripping) of Draupadi in your startling political life?” 

RG, this time, lost it completely. He stood up in anger and it seemed as if his gonna put me in jail. To everyone’s he said,” why do you raise this topic again and again?!! You know na, the result of UP ELECTIONS!!! THAT WAS EQUAL TO CHEER AND VASTRA HARAN. I totally lost everything. My faded image, my disgruntled dream “ . wiping his tears….

Pausing for a second, his tone grew sterner, “ look!!”. Pointing his finger to me, “ all my 5 bodyguards were helpless at that time, so now you will ask who was Krishna then. Well, sadly, I didn’t have Krishna with me!! Even he ran away, because I performed so poorly. I should have listened to my bodyguards and not entered into the fray,”

RG became was forlorn with this statement and thus began crying. This triggered all his chamchas: Barkha Dutt, Arnab and Rajdeep to console him and secretly they promised him not to publish this and denigrate his already denigrated Image. Instead, they unanimously thought to make breaking news from LK ADVANI.
But I, am a delusional reporter!! I follow my own delusional ethics………………

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