Yes, I fear for my life. And why shouldn't I? I am Prime Minister Narendra Modi's wife, albeit estranged one. A wife is a wife till death _ or divorce _ do you part!
So we got married when he was only 18. That we didn't cohabit is common knowledge now. As to why we didn't ever cohabit...well...it happened waaaaaaaaay back in 1968 so I don't really remember now. Maybe it was my cooking. Maybe it was the way I made tea. Ok! Bad joke.
So yes, I fear for my life. I will not deny that I have been given 24-hr protection by FIVE commandos. But do you know how scary those burly men are? The way they follow me around, I am mortally afraid...and why not? Even Indira Gandhi was killed by her own security men. Of course, I cannot, for the life of me, draw parallels between the two of us, she being a Prime Minister and me being, me, but like they say : kehne mein kya jaata hai.
So I was thinking, can't I be given 5 bens, and not Bhais, for security? They would be with me, all the time. It would be easier for me, we would be able to bond over khakhra.
What is funny though, is how I take a bus but my securitymen take a government vehicle while they follow me around. Why can't they take the bus with me or, better still, let me accompany them in the car?
Honestly, I do know all that I am entitled to, as Modi's wife. If only he hadn't walked out 45-odd yrs ago, I would've been sharing that house of his in Delhi. In fact, I have already given juicy sound bytes to media, claiming I will rush back to him as soon as Modi calls me. Now if only he would take the hint! Now I remember, that was a problem between us. Modi is a straight-talker while I beat about the bush.
Do you know what else I am entitled to? I can make 30-odd single air journeys with him (if only he would take me with him) and 8 journeys on my own. I can also get a railways pass made but where will I go, all by myself? Anyway, I live with my brother.
You know I've been a teacher all my life. But now I am retired and have all the time in the world. That's why I thought of teaching Modi a few lessons for a change. Now if only he would call me to Delhi. I could use my railway pass __or even airline ticket __ for once!
So we got married when he was only 18. That we didn't cohabit is common knowledge now. As to why we didn't ever cohabit...well...it happened waaaaaaaaay back in 1968 so I don't really remember now. Maybe it was my cooking. Maybe it was the way I made tea. Ok! Bad joke.
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| Jashodaben with her RTI petition |
So I was thinking, can't I be given 5 bens, and not Bhais, for security? They would be with me, all the time. It would be easier for me, we would be able to bond over khakhra.
What is funny though, is how I take a bus but my securitymen take a government vehicle while they follow me around. Why can't they take the bus with me or, better still, let me accompany them in the car?
Honestly, I do know all that I am entitled to, as Modi's wife. If only he hadn't walked out 45-odd yrs ago, I would've been sharing that house of his in Delhi. In fact, I have already given juicy sound bytes to media, claiming I will rush back to him as soon as Modi calls me. Now if only he would take the hint! Now I remember, that was a problem between us. Modi is a straight-talker while I beat about the bush.
Do you know what else I am entitled to? I can make 30-odd single air journeys with him (if only he would take me with him) and 8 journeys on my own. I can also get a railways pass made but where will I go, all by myself? Anyway, I live with my brother.
You know I've been a teacher all my life. But now I am retired and have all the time in the world. That's why I thought of teaching Modi a few lessons for a change. Now if only he would call me to Delhi. I could use my railway pass __or even airline ticket __ for once!
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