RAM’S CHIEF MINISTER

Recently Ram went to meet
his former professor
after a gap of several years.
The handsome youth of
yester years looked tired, emaciated
wrinkled and greyed.
But his memory was too sharp
and penetrating like a needle.
The moment he saw Ram
he recognized Ram
and gave Ram a beaming
smile and a warm embrace.
Ram felt elated.
both talked a lot about days
at the University,
Ram’s old classmates also
about Professor’s family life
his wife and children.
What Ram wanted from
him blessings from his
old teacher
which he got in abundance.
An inebriated Ram
went straight away
to meet a Godman in
saffron robes.
Ram was first meeting him
but had heard a lot
about him and his magical powers, the miracles
he performed.
The Godman’s right
hand always caressed
his beard
as if his magical powers,
his midas touch all came
from his long, flowing
thick, dark beard and was
smiling non-stop.
Ram felt bewitched by
his luminous eyes
his sharp stunning
glance which seemed magnetic.
Immediately upon meeting
him Ram folded his
palms and prostrated
before him and prayed
from the heart.
The Godman with his entrancing
smile touched Ram
and that touch was
electrifying.
He convulsed like
an epileptic patient for a few seconds.
Godman too blessed Ram profusely
which lifted his spirits
skywards.
Ram went straight to
a temple,
With folded palms he prayed
before the bejeweled
shining idol,
prostrated before Him
with the belief that God
had showered
unlimited blessings upon him.
Ram left the temple.
The next destination was
a Chief Minister
surrounded by many worshippers
with folded palms and touching
her feet,
Ram too with much
effort reached her
palms folded and touched
her feet.
Pleased she looked at
Ram, his pensive look
as if he was going to weep
inquired his grievances and
difficulties.
Then and there she
ordered her subordinates
to do the needful
and
Ram’s life-long
ambition of becoming a
rich man met.
‘Long live the Chief Minister’
-Ram prayed.
‘Hell with the teacher, Godman and God’
-he muttered.