A New Tag, an Age-old Story

It has been raining tags in this winter/summer of the blog (depending on which hemisphere you are in). Though not many came my way, I was somewhat taken aback with their frequency and the things that they wanted me to do. This one by Abaniko had a certain appeal about it (Dwaipayan also happened to double tag me on this). Hence there was no getting away.

The post:

Sometimes I wonder what is it about the Indian political system that seems to breed sycophants at a rate surpassing our alarming rate of population growth. Though prevalent across the party lines it is particularly visible in a particular political party, which still prefers to bask in its illustrious past. A surname alone ensures total servility. Whether that person is deserving or not, the vast army of bootlickers ensure that the one with the ‘blue‘ blood is enthroned. Some of them might even offer a free blowjob to every Tom Dick and Harry if that act of theirs could remotely appease one from ‘the family’.

Many might feel that there is a problem with me – the sour grapes principle. Since this blogger’s surname doesn’t have the appeal to make those in power bow in meek submission and follow commands like a pre-programmed robot, therefore he complains. But is that so? Whenever they had a leadership crisis, someone with the appropriate lineage was brought out from his/her loneliness to act as a rudder in the political water. Pick at random any one apart from ‘the family’ who has led the party, their following political longevity will answer all the questions.

Now for the rules:

(Just in case you were wondering what this crazy sounding post was all about)

1. Write a 100-to-200-word entry using the following words: I, me, blow job, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot and blue;

2. Use these words once and only once; and of course

3. The entry should make sense.

A few observations:

I’m not tagging anyone for the simple reason that most have already been tagged.

Using the word, which most males fantasize about, was the toughest.

And the word count says an exact 200.