Go on Congress - distribute laddoos, twirl your moustaches, shove platitudes down our throats, dance on our heads and trample our feelings. Your doom is foretold. Your eclipse is at most a year away and Pratibha shall be the first President to be impeached. Yes, she is destined for more records. It is there in her political genes.
Yet, for the sake of the country I wish her well. I pray she casts off the hand that led her up the garden path.
