It was a fine Sunday in the capital city. The PM was lounging in his study relaxing with a book. Suddenly there was a bit of a clamour outside and the General breezed in, heartily greeting the PM. The PM pasted a smile over his irritation and managed to mumble some words of welcome. “What is this book you are reading, eh?†the General grabbed the book from the PM’s hand. Somebody had told him that the PM spoke better English than him and since then he was always trying to ferret out the reason behind the PM’s fluency and checked out his reading material whenever he could. “The Inheritance of Loss!†the General read aloud the title of the book, and then his eyes fell upon the author’s name and he exclaimed, “My PM reading a book by an Indian author! And you never had time for reading my book, even though I sent you a free copy that too with my autograph! What is this about anyway? Kashmir?!†..... Quite a long post, Rest at http://www.citatious.com/
Wow, no wonder I received a red rep for this satire, no points for guessing, whom it is from, and why do you choose to remain anonymous.