indiascribe satire

Our honourable Health Minister. Dr Anbumani Ramdoss, finally decided to put on the white robes and armed with a stethoscope, to treat patients at AIIMS as the doctors, fighting against caste-based reservation refused to withdraw their agitation. This good doctor, like his father Dr Ramdoss, had probably studied medicine on quota seat and after wasting one seat of his fellow OBC candidates, decided that caste politics was much better than treating the hundreds of thousands of poor people. With some luck, this great leader of a regional caste-based party got a chance to join the Union Government and trot out lame excuses like "social justice" to defend the indefensible. Why should there be quotas when even the most die-hard forward caste person is willing to get treatment from any doctor, as long as he or she is good in that profession. Except for the semi-literate politicians, everybody else realises this. It is time that politicians realised that their job is to rule the coun...

some of the interesting slogans from the medicos anti-quota agitation: "Congress ka haath, walking stick ke saath" (in a reference to the HRD Minister who uses a walking stick) " Politicians and police, sooner or later you will have to come to us. We have "reserved" the thickest of needles and bluntest of knives for you" One of the posters show Arjun Singh, Manmohan Singh and Sonia Gandhi as Gandhiji's (the real Mahatma--no relation to the present day Gandhis) three "wise" monkeys. Manmohan with his mouth taped, as he refused to talk to agitationists, Arjun with his ears blocked and Sonia with eyes tight shut.

King Vikramaditya in the 21st century traded his crown for a turban and like a true democrat, presided over a coalition government comprising of various ghouls, loonies, leftovers and the like. He was still trying to get on to his throne but being foiled by the sphinx to whom it belonged but who being a sphinx and a foreigner to boot found it quite unwise to stake claim. Being Vikramaditya, he necessarily had to have a Vetal. This worthy, red of hue and with a vegetable's name, clung to his back at every available opportunity, guiding him away from the path of any sort of development that may improve the situation. If everything was hunky-dory and everyone happy why turn red at all. in a land where everyone else was looking for greenbacks from a far off land, the reds were the only ones who wanted to be in the red forever. Then one of the veteran ghouls suddenly got a brainwave in his hitherto unused brain. He decided, on his own, that backward was forward and immediately announce...