Dear Kejriwal Sir,
I have written so many open letters to you over the years that I am beginning to get a mild stalker feel, like SRK from Darr. But then I look at you and feel inspired. You know a thing or two about one-way communication, don’t you, you proud chief minister of the state/union territory of Delhi?
In fact, you inspire my son as well. I keep telling him to study hard and focus on his manners, or else he will end up like you. Works like a charm.
But let’s talk about more important things.
It’s your birthday!
A great man who has given so much to the Indian aam aadmi. I meant entertainment. (What’s your trick? If I try tweeting while at work, the boss would come and grab me by the ears. How do you manage to do it all day? You’re so lucky. Kya naseeb hai aapka. Tee hee. Sorry couldn’t resist.)
The good news is you’ve finally outdone yourself and become a true politician. Raising caste debates in Gujarat to milk the Patel/dalit vote-banks. Using Delhi government money to fund your ambitions in other states.
Bringing down the political debate to the level of the aam aadmi, the one BC-MCing his neighbour who parks his car in front of his house. All nice gestures that can only lead to your final goal – more Twitter followers than Modi. Because isn’t that the path to world domination?