"Our leader, true to his name, has proved that he is the epitome of kindness," said a minister who got two minutes of glory before the Lord walked on stage.
The crowd clapped. 'They had better,' thought the show manager, 'they are paid to do so.'
The Lord took out his notes and ran through it before facing the crowd. Just a glance from him made some frenzy with delight. "Our Lord, our Lord!" some shouted, and not just because they had been paid to do so.
He raised a hand and all fell silent.
"We are pleased to see you assembled here. Our aim has been to work for our people. We are proud to announce that this year alone, we have distributed 50,000 gold coins amongst the poor, arranged for noon meals in 3000 villages, built homes for the poor in 300 villages, and free medicine delivered to 500 senior citizens in families with no income."
A roar of approval went through the crowd. He looked up and smiled. His brother had no chance of breaking through this popularity, he realised happily.
He raised his hand and without dropping it, roared in return, "Why should the poor slog and the rich enjoy the fruits of their labours?"
The crowd was ecstatic. As he finished his speech and stepped into his golden chariot, the crowd went to the waiting bullock carts and packed itself back into the seat.
"Yes, why should we work?" each asked and on returning to their villages, they registered with the village head to benefit from the schemes the Kind Lord had announced.
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"My Lord, we cannot find masons to build your palace," said the soldier, trembling.
The Lord looked up. "Did you mention it was for me?"
The soldier hung his head, fearing to say yes.
"How dare they!" he roared, with the same power he had displayed on the stage.
"Sir," the soldier trembled. "The masons are ready, but they do not have labourers. The carpenter guilds have designs, but no carpenters to work. The clothiers have the materials they imported, but no tailors to stitch the curtains, and the goldsmiths have gold, but no acharis to craft the designs."
The Lord fumed. "They don't fear me?"
The soldier feared him. He said, his voice shaking, "You are the Kind Lord, sir."
The crowd clapped. 'They had better,' thought the show manager, 'they are paid to do so.'
The Lord took out his notes and ran through it before facing the crowd. Just a glance from him made some frenzy with delight. "Our Lord, our Lord!" some shouted, and not just because they had been paid to do so.
He raised a hand and all fell silent.
"We are pleased to see you assembled here. Our aim has been to work for our people. We are proud to announce that this year alone, we have distributed 50,000 gold coins amongst the poor, arranged for noon meals in 3000 villages, built homes for the poor in 300 villages, and free medicine delivered to 500 senior citizens in families with no income."
A roar of approval went through the crowd. He looked up and smiled. His brother had no chance of breaking through this popularity, he realised happily.
He raised his hand and without dropping it, roared in return, "Why should the poor slog and the rich enjoy the fruits of their labours?"
The crowd was ecstatic. As he finished his speech and stepped into his golden chariot, the crowd went to the waiting bullock carts and packed itself back into the seat.
"Yes, why should we work?" each asked and on returning to their villages, they registered with the village head to benefit from the schemes the Kind Lord had announced.
****
"My Lord, we cannot find masons to build your palace," said the soldier, trembling.
The Lord looked up. "Did you mention it was for me?"
The soldier hung his head, fearing to say yes.
"How dare they!" he roared, with the same power he had displayed on the stage.
"Sir," the soldier trembled. "The masons are ready, but they do not have labourers. The carpenter guilds have designs, but no carpenters to work. The clothiers have the materials they imported, but no tailors to stitch the curtains, and the goldsmiths have gold, but no acharis to craft the designs."
The Lord fumed. "They don't fear me?"
The soldier feared him. He said, his voice shaking, "You are the Kind Lord, sir."
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ReplyDeleteSo it seems a change of heart is imminent for this lord??!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope the change of heart happens before things reach this level...in many industries here today, this is what is happening already.
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