Rockin’ The World, The Bush Way
“B..b..b..but why has Bush called me to his ranch?” asked the very shy and reticent Indian Prime Minister, “I am not a cowboy sort of man, I am an academician! I prefer books to horses, an air- conditioned room to the Texas sun, sitting on an armchair not riding a golf cart or a horse! Oh my god, suppose I fall off his horse!”
“Sir the whole of next month you will have a horse to ride to Parliament everyday instead of your Ambassador car, this way you will get practice without disrupting your busy schedule!” said the advisor, sent over from the foreign ministry office.
“Can’t we ask Bush to cancel this ranch business?” shuddered the poor Prime Minister.
“President Bush calls only close friends to his Texas ranch!”
“How did I suddenly become a close friend?”
“President Bush,” sighed the foreign advisor, “does not have many close friends left sir: Tony, poor Tony won’t be called anymore and Musharraf’s hands are so busy holding onto uniform they can’t hold horse reins anymore! So you sir, are the chosen one!”
“I am honoured!” mumbled the Indian Prime Minister, “but I hate horses!”
It was towards evening that Manmohan looked out of his window and shuddered as he saw a horse grazing in his courtyard, he closed the window hastily and quickly pulled the blankets over himself.
“You were screaming!” shouted his missus waking him up, “was it a nightmare?”
“Mare!” screamed Manmohan, “never mention mares or stallions to me, ever!”
The advisor to the Prime Minister returned to his office at the foreign ministry and looked at his superior, “We’re in trouble!” he said, “he’s not a ranch man!”
“How did the horse riding go?”
“He won’t get on it! Screamed and shouted till the horse ran into Sonia’s compound!”
“Bush isn’t going to like this!” said his boss quietly, “this could jeopardize the nuclear deal. Bush likes horsemen!”
“I’ve got an idea!” said the advisor as he whispered something into his boss’s ear.
“You think it’ll work?” asked his senior wearily.
“Worth a try sir!” said his junior as he set off to the Prime Minister’s house.
The Prime Minister looked out of his window and smiled.
“You’re smiling dear!” said his missus.
“It’s something I’ve always wanted!” shouted the Indian Prime Minister and walked on to the verandah; his wife followed and watched amazed as her husband got onto a new wooden rocking horse and started rocking furiously. “Giddyap! Giddyap!” he shouted happily as the men from the foreign office smiled.
In America, President Bush chuckled at Laura then whooped with joy, “He’s bringin’ a rockin’ horse fer me!” shouted the President, “says it’s a symbol of my Presidency! Of how I bin’ rockin’ the world..!”
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