A very homely cheif minister of the state of Bihar was Smt. Rabri devi, wife of Shri Laloo Prasad Yadav. She had no knowledge of politics but in order to save her husband's self-respect she entered into politics and her first achievement - she became the chief minister of the state. I am sure this could happen only in India.

Now this very homely chief minister was given a residence 1, Anne Marg. As homely as she could be, she planted a few trees in the courtyard of this house which was the government's property. The trees grew big and gave fruits. But because our chief minister was homely she could not survive after her 5 year term in the office and she had to consequently quit her residence.

But our ex-chief minister could not forget the trees that she had planted but could not eat the fruits from. So what would you do if you were in her place. You would forget about the whole episode and move on with life.

If you though this is what our homely chief minister did, then you are mistaken. She has ensured that she pester the life of the new chief minister living in this house for the fruits borne by the trees she had planted and our new chief minister had no choice but to heed to her demands and send her a basket full of "litchis" and "mangoes".

It was a very funny way of protesting. The government had declared a hike in fuel prices a day back and as always the opposition had to oppose it. It was indeed their birth right to do so and by the very meaning of their name - Opposition, they had to oppose it. What is funny here is the fact that the opposition in this democracy has only one reason to oppose. That is to pull the government down so that they can call for a mid-term election and hope that they would come to power this time round.

Now for the actual story. So the ministers in one of these states which was being ruled by the opposition party decided to protest the fuel price hike. These ministers lead by the chief minister decided that they would cycle their way to the state secreteriat. The healthy and fit chief minister rode the bicycle and kept his commitment. But there were quite a few ministers from his cabinet who were not that unfit. They started off with quite a bit of excitement but later realized that "Hard-Work" is not meant for them and that they would die without that air-conditioned cars that they normally travel to office in. This gives me a reason to wonder how these ministers would understand the pain faced by the common man.

So what started off as a protest finally ended as a protest to the protest. The fizz was to such an extent that the Panchayat and rural development minister Rustom Singh got off his bicycle and complained: "What will be the outcome of this? Nothing will come out of us riding bicycles." He started walking with his cycle.

The bicycle ride became a painful ride for the security personnel who had to push the bicycles that the ministers were riding.

Why did you have to do something that you were not capable off, my dear ministers? But if you decided you want to do it, probably you are right because you can never be wrong. Yes, My Minister.

"Once upon a time there was a minister who was very fond of his chair."
This is not a story that I am about to narrate. This is one of our dear minister from Karnataka, Mr. H.D.Deve Gowda, who also fell in love with the chair - the chair of power and chief minister ship.
This dear minister of ours was once the prime minister of India. So that would make anyone think, if he can stoop to such low levels. yes, he can because he is just another minister who wanted to make use of the chair of Prime Minister to the best possible effect but had to step down prematurely because the hand that rocked the cradle of the coalition governement then, decided to stop rocking the cradle.
So our dear minister, having lost the powerful chair without really exploiting it to the fullest had to go back to his hometown from where he had started. He had actually held another powerful post (and consequently the chair) in this very own state of his for some time before he chose to leap to the even powerful chair. But this time when he came back he was even more powerful and became the King-maker in the state, probably because nobody pushed him or, recommended him for the chief minister's post, or, so I thought. But the truth was that the intelligent minister had plans of bringing his next generation - his son, into the business of politics. So he did. He finally made his son a chief minister.

It was then that he realized that his son was not very powerful so he played a smart game of chess, by suspending his son from the party and then helping him make a coalition with another party - the BJP, and then came the climax. H.D.Deve Gowda, pulled back his hands and the party that jumped into the well assuming this "Chair Minister" would hold them, fell into the well with a loud thump.
Now after a few months the assembly elections happened and our dear wanted-to-be-chief minister found that he and his party was routed and thwarted by the public. Alas! the "Chair minister" is now without a chair. Poor H.D.Deve Gowda.
"Sir, you said you now want any chair - be it a wooden or, iron one.Oh! I understand".
"Yes Minister".