The Chief Guest
Notown
received the Government’s nod to construct a badminton stadium. The people of
this sleepy town rejoiced as, finally, they were going to see some development
activity.
The
construction work was given to the PS of the Parliamentary Secretary who was
representing the assembly constituency of this area.
Through
coughs and puffs, a badminton stadium finally took shape and filled the
landscape of Notown. It became the most prominent structure in the town when
viewed from Google Earth.
The day for
inauguration came and the choice for Chief Guest naturally fell on the standing
legislator from the constituency, the Parliamentary Secretary.
The stage was
set and everything was in place to receive the Chief Guest. The EAC was there
and all the government department heads were in station. Town Adhoc Council and
all the NGOs were represented; many of them having put on traditional waist
coats. The town Pastor had taken his seat to pronounce the opening prayer.
The Chief
Guest arrived with his police escort and convoy of core party workers of the
area. And with his arrival, the program started right away. After the usual
items and niceties of profusely thanking the Chief Guest for bringing
development to the town, a song by the LP school children and stuff; the turn of the Chief Guest to deliver his speech came.
The Chief
Guest spoke on the importance of keeping one’s body fit and suggested that
through sports, even peace can be brokered between warring communities. It went
well until all hell broke loose when he offered an ostentatious but rather
innocent donation. It was a hot day and he had sensed the discomfort of people
who had gathered in this indoor stadium. And he might have thought that his
offer would bring relief to the sports persons who will be running and puffing
in here. So, here was what he offered. He raised his chest and said, ‘I will
donate ceiling fans for this stadium’. If only the honorable chief guest had
known a thing or two about the game of badminton. But it was too late. The
words had been spoken. And as I said, all hell broke loose. The GB who was
dozing off was woken up by the riot of laughter all around him.
Ha! Perhaps it was all the hot air?
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