Secret diary of a neta during the monsoon session
Good morning diary! Ah what a lovely sight. The song ‘rim jhim gire saawan’ is playing on my mind as i gaze on my two-acre Lutyens’ zone lawn. Of course the rest of Delhi lives in poky tenements without regular water or electricity, but i’m too busy singing ‘megha chhaye aadhi raat’.
Time now for me to fill up my bathtub with the overflowing water in my taps and take a bath. Sad about those queueing up with their buckets, but for me mausam is always ashiqana. After my watery bath i must go to Parliament. What’s on the agenda there? A black band protest outside Mahatma Gandhi’s statue or an attack on Read More
