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Dinner
with the Watchdogs
Satellite
hosted the watchdogs of the nation including the head of the guild
that is the editors Siri Runner-Sinha to dinner at the Presidential
Abode last week. As usual she walked in to the party one full hour
late accompanied by her pet dog. Some of the watchdogs were so taken
up with the pet canine that they started petting it and feeding it
from the food set aside for the watchdogs, only to be told by the sec
not to feed the pet dog as it gets special food. Not the stuff set
aside for the watchdogs, invited or otherwise. Grrr...
Hotdogs
Rubbing
the salt in, Runner-Sinha got a call from Ra-kneel the next day
reminding him that the watchdogs were now reduced to feeding
Satellite's pet poodle. Ra-kneel also inquired why Runner-Sinha and
the lot do not visit Araliya Abode; "Is it because I have no dog,
eh?" Ra-kneel bid farewell by telling the ed that he might not be
having a dog, but if they called over he most certainly could give
them hot-dogs. Hoo! Hoo!
The
real thing
Mai-tree,
the better half of the hot-dog giver, will be off to ol' Blighty next
month to complete her Phd at the University that is London and will be
away for six months. The schol was accomplished by her own doing and
not through state patronage. The Lady will return with the real thing
and not with an elusive certificate like some claim to have from Sore-bonne.
Hmmm...
the
ed
Before
the feeding commenced though, the watchdogs lined up to be introduced
to Satellite. Standing at the end of the line was none other than the
chief opposing one. When she came up to him Satellite queried
"Who is this?" No wonder, remembering her own quip some time
ago that the chief opposing one was a reporter. Not one to miss a
beat, the chief opposing one replied "I am no longer a reporter,
now I am an editor." Well said ole' boy, well said.
Fear
tactics
Like
father like son. Sa-jith, the junior of the Running Lion has been up
to old tricks down Hum-bun-tota way. Recently he met with some stock
brokering types and said that things were not going well for the
Greens and that they needed support.
The
brokering types were at a loss to understand how the market could sway
the votes down Hum-bun-tota way and the doomsday scenario. But the
young lion later was heard saying that he was using a bit of fear
tactics to get support for his projects. And the guy in his own words
has got support for 49 projects.
Justice
JJ style
Our
Dr. JJ is a man who cannot be kept down. When his son landed in a soup
by assaulting a cop, JJ was right there by the poor cop's bedside. No
he was not there to ease the pain, at least not of the cop.
Armed
with goodies like Nestomalt worth Rs. 3000, our good doc pleaded with
the cop to drop the charges. And before he left the bedside, JJ
dropped Rs. 5000 into the man's pocket for lending an ear and a bit
more. Now that is justice, JJ style.
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