The JDS MLA , MR. ABC from Karnataka was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Mysore Express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the even entitled to first class air travel.
He opened his case and took out the news paper and determined to put the time to some good use.
"Are you in business?" the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the news paper .
%u201CNo I am a Ploiticain, serving the people of this country%u201D MLA replied
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting so easily."
"Thanks," smiled MLA , turning around to give the man a look.
He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and well built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and work very hard to keep the people happy , brining new schemes to the people, you don%u2019t think anything other than people welfare.
MLA smiled deprecatingly. Naiveness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process/people /money that goes behind it." "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly respected ," came the reply.
