Destination Ramlila Maidan (a true encounter)

It was during the recent Anna Hazare’s climax revolution on corruption that I happen to travel in the metro. Sitting opposite to me was a young man, a pro Anna activist. His vigorous patronage was visibly clear on his face and the lenin he was wearing as it sufficiently radiated Anna. He was carrying with him a rather large national flag neatly rolled. Sitting next to this young man, I remember, was a grey haired elite gentleman in his late 70s on his polo shirt and smart jeans. The young man was carrying with him a placard - it read, “Manmohan Singh is a king, a corrupt king.” I overheard the old man softly whispering, leaning towards the young activist. And this is what I recall he said, “instead of calling Manmohan a corrupt king” he humbly lowered his head and suggested, “call him a weak king.” I can’t beg to deny the latter.