So, Rahul Gandhi hopped on to a bike. He was asked for the driver’s licence. He didn’t have any. So was asked to get off the bike.
“But I am Rahul Gandhi,” he said. “Great grandson of Nehru, grandson of Indira, son of Rajiv and apple of Sonia’s eye.”
“The times they are a-changing. Gandhis are passe and Modi-Shah are in. If you aint saffron, please start walking,” said the cop.
Hence Rahul Gandhi strode ahead. After many miles, he encountered a river. But that didn’t budge the Gandhi scion who removed his shoes and kurta to dive into the deep waters.
The river too proved hostile with crocodiles and sharks intending to eat the prince alive. Only in their dreams. Rahul ripped the reptile’s jaws apart. And the scared sharks withdrew without any fight.
Many adventures later, a drenched Rahul Gandhi finally reached a farmland on a camel’s back.
“I am here for you,” he told the farmers there. “Tell me what drives you anxious. I have read the Upanishads and the Gita. I will solve your grievances.”
“That’s wonderful, Rahul ji,” said the farmers. “But we’re afraid you have reached the wrong hamlet. You left your destiny on the other side of the border where you shall find your true subjects.”
Neither in MP nor in Rajasthan, Rahul G as ever found himself in no man’s land.