Mother of PR

The Mother of PR…oops P & R

She was born to rule, so thought Paa Maina, but the world would not have it his way. He moaned, he danced … but to no avail. She had to struggle. She worked her sweat off serving people and bowing to their wishes whilst fending off inquisitive hands. She had no status. She had no riches. She had only one asset… her brains and she used them perfectly…!

One fine day, struggling through her daily chores she spotted a young tot…’probably come here to build bridges’ she thought. She dreamed on … He Came He Bridged and that sort…she could not stop staring…he was cute, he was well dressed…he was quiet…and she thought again…’none better to take to task like her mother did to Mr. Maina’. And she wove her web. She was here to learn English and teach…yes that would be a good reason. And he believed and loved and romanced and married. He was a flier, just like those used by political parties postulating their goodness to all and thither.

They came to that bridge in life which they were reluctant to cross…but they did and it led them all the way from an old England to a new India. He was the cynosure of all eyes and was elevated to an office, nay a sinecure which was envied by every bloke whose paa was a MP.

She was the queen and she could have anything or anyone at her beck and call. She had realized her father’s dream. She reveled in the luxury and never ever wanted to be deprived…ever again!

They were living their dreams and were blessed by a princess and later a prince. The people were overjoyed and they heaped praise on them. But, all things good come to an end. He got involved in some kanjivaram sari at Nalini’s and got tore to pieces. She was left alone on an ivory tower with no stairs…she had no future…she was distraught…but then, by a miracle of sorts…the good things really did not end. His acolytes enthroned her and crowned her their Queen.

Her Princess got married to landed gentry…oops…sorry… a landed gent with a piece of action in every enviable location in her Queendom.  Her name is Priyanka.

She was happy, she was rejoiced. But all things good come to an end.

Her Prince turned out to be her curse…he was ungainly…he refused to grow up…he had the mental aptitude of a four year old…he was a slob…he was shy… and she could not let him go. Then one fine day, her otherwise able general advised her that there lay a land beyond where they had magical powers and cures… and she sent him… with hope in her heart.

Two score and a baker’s dozen days later, he came back … full of vigour, full of hope, full of bullshit … and to her luck, he continues to be ungainly…he refuses to grow up…he prefers his 4-year old mental aptitude…he is a slob…he is no longer shy…and he tells all what he is.

She had no choice...he had to be anointed...welcome...to the clowning of Rahul.

And, she the mother of PR oops P & R…bemoans…