Moles and molls are an integral part of bilateral ties. A don’s moll is enjoying the comforts of an Indian prison after being extradited.
And a mole in the Prime Ministers Office has been snooping on key information for years, while a former External Affairs Minister chose not to reveal it as it involved the honour of the PMO.
The moral of the culturally nationalistic story is that, in case you come across a mole in the country’s most sensitive office, it would be better to look towards Kandahar and have a Champagne – It could be construed as a toast the released passengers of a hijacked flight and a greeting for the dreaded shenanigans of terror who were freed by a government which boasts of having pursued a policy of hot pursuit, a la Israel.
And then we can toast for POTA, which would have made the terror kingpins shiver. Alas it ain't there.
A special toast to Jayamala, the Kannada actress who swore that she touched the idol at Sabarimala, where females are not allowed after puberty and before menopause. That was magic on her part. Or divine intervention?
Incidentally the temple priest is now facing charges of visiting a whorehouse for lessons on morality.
A toast for the priest too, Mr Jaswant.
Meanwhile, the PMO mole will have his own toasts to make. Cheers.
