Ah, dear politicians of India, why the long faces? Why the furrowed brows and pursed lips whenever a stand-up comedian cracks a joke or a satirist wields his pen? After all, you are the epitome of cleanliness, aren’t you? Squeaky clean, polished to a shine, so pristine that dirt would sooner cling to a bar of soap than to your spotless reputations!

Why fret when jesters jeer, or columnists snipe? Surely, your followers—who cling to your every word like flies to jaggery—know better than to believe such frivolous banter. Our wise electorate understands, as we can see the way they vote, that corruption, scandal, and incompetence are mere illusions, cleverly conjured by mischievous minds.

Just baseless accusations, crafted to entertain the gullible!

You see, no dirt clings to a clean person, and by all accounts, you are paragons of purity. Your bank accounts shine as brilliantly as the midday sun, transparent as the Ganges (on a good day), and your assets, declared with such honesty, could make a saint blush with envy.

So why get ruffled by a comic’s punchline or a satirist’s sting?

But, dear politicians, if I may suggest, perhaps a bit of humor would do you good. Learn to laugh at yourselves! Imagine the goodwill you’d garner if you chuckled when a comedian quips about the absurdity of election promises or the dexterity with which your party switches stances. A hearty laugh might even defuse a few scandals—nothing disarms the public quite like a good-natured guffaw. After all, if you laugh along, the joke loses its sting.

Consider the grand tradition of satire: a safety valve for society, a mirror held up to power. Shakespeare’s jesters delivered truths no one dared whisper, and the wise rulers heeded them. But then again, this is India, the land of incredible tolerance! Where dissent is cherished, and criticism is embraced with the warmth of a bear hug—provided, of course, it doesn’t bruise any political egos.

So, dear politicians, why not shrug off the jibes and revel in the limelight? Enjoy the attention! After all, no other nation can boast of leaders so pure, so blameless, and so stainless.

A breed so noble that even the best detergent couldn’t scrub them cleaner. Who can touch you? You are unsullied, untouched, untouchable (not in the Constitutional sense, of course!).

Take a cue from the wise: Laugh, dear leaders, laugh! The more you frown, the sharper the jests become. Instead of demanding apologies and imprisoning jesters, why not say, “Well, that was a good one!” You’ll find your critics disarmed and your image polished to a gleam. The world will see that Indian politicians not only have thick skins but also hearty laughs.

And if the jokes still bother you, fret not! Just declare humor anti-national. Problem solved…!

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