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The Emperor’s Experiment

Posted by chimeki on November 24, 2016

The emperor checked the temperature with a long thermometer and poured the transparent liquid in the heated beaker. An acidic smell filled the hall. Entering the nostrils of the courtiers it quickly froze into crystals. All gasped for breath.

‘I think something good will come out of it’, he said more to himself than to his ministers.

‘Yes Yes’, they nodded in agreement.

He turned to them and smiled. He had a divine smile, a sign which said that everything was good in the empire as long as he was at the helm. Like wit his smile too was rare. Until he became the emperor, people made stories about his always serious face.

‘He doesn’t smile because his front teeth are missing’, one would say.

‘No no his mouth stinks’, the other argued.

‘Nonsense, he is a strong man’, the third corrected.

‘Oh yes, oh yes’, all agreed.

modi-pmThat day emperor was in good mood and, for a change, he sought counsel of his ministers. ‘Now tell me what if one day I make a mistake and my experiment fails?’, he asked them.

‘You can never make a mistake’, said his ministers.

‘How kind of you, my comrades. But anyway tell me without fear or hesitation of any kind what if one day I really make a mistake’, he asked smiling. Nothing is a greater threat than an emperor in a happy mood.

‘You can never make a mistake’, all said louder.

‘You people are very very generous to me but I really want you all to tell me frankly what if one day I, myself, tell you that I have made a mistake’, he said.

‘You can never make a mistake’, all said in the loudest of their voice. The beaker and the chandelier over it shook as if an earthquake had struck. The emperor smiled and removed the safety goggles he was wearing over his glasses and unbuttoned the apron. Once a white apron had changed into yellow a long back and now it was fading back to his original color. ‘Will it again become as white as it was when I bought it a year ago?’ the emperor often thought. Once he even made a note in his Diary of Experiments: WHAT COLOR DOES WHITE COLOR FADE INTO?

‘Ok now tell me what do you think of my new experiment?’ he asked turning to his almost bald minister.

‘Something good will come out of it’, the minister replied scratching his nose of crystals.

‘What do you say?’ he asked the other minister.

The minister gulped the spit and said, ‘something good will come out of it.’

‘Ok then,I must go and announce the success of my new experiment to the people of our land’, the emperor said and left for his personal studio from where he delivered his regular radio talks on his vision for the nation. Lately, he had made hearing of these talks mandatory for all the government employees and his ministers and during meetings asked questions based on them.

‘In my last talk I said something about hygiene.’

‘Yes my lord, you said we should work hard to make our nation clean’.


‘And you said cleanliness is godliness’.


‘And… and… and…’

‘30 lashes’, the emperor announced.

As soon as the emperor announced his experiment the people knew that something good would come out of it. The government and private news channels showed that people were themselves doing the emperor’s experiment in their leisure time, which they now had plenty, in their houses and offices. Wherever the government radio and private news channels went they found people telling them, ‘something good will come out of it’.

A week after, the ministers told the emperor that people were very grateful to him for experimenting and wished him more such ideas. They said the emperor should experiment on daily basis. ‘They are ready for small inconveniences’, told the almost bald minister scratching his nose.

The emperor smiled.


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The Emperor’s New Clothes

Posted by chimeki on November 15, 2016

The emperor thought for a while and then agreed.

He had such a hypnotic charm that people around him couldn’t believe their eyes that their emperor wasn’t even wearing a proper underwear. His white loosely fitted panty betrayed the swell of his testicles, one small the other smaller, and when he took deep sigh of relief both of them shrank as if he had none. Anyway, they were not used to blaming the emperor for their misfortune but their own stars. ‘Whatever good happens, happens because of him and for everything bad they must see their own flaws’, the people read and heard almost every hour in the government radio and private news channels.

So when the guy from a brand management firm offered him those pair of clothes which he said belonged to the King whose order the emperor had longed to restore, the emperor as well the people around him couldn’t say no.

For a brief moment the emperor too had hesitated. Conscious, as he was about his appearance and impression, he even felt an uncontrollable urge to kick that guy out of his court who the emperor thought was carrying nothing but an empty hanger. But he didn’t for he had come with a recommendation and a visiting card of a firm subsidiary to the firm which gave him helicopters and private jets to fly across the continent and the money to buy people who mattered at a time when his own men schemed against him and desired his fall.emperor

‘What do you think?’ he asked his almost bald minister whose head spilled oil and lubricated his remaining hair as to give them the wet look.

The minister instantly agreed and even praised the emperor’s quick wit. He knew the emperor liked that way. The minister wasn’t born yesterday like the lady in the red saree, who liked to show that she could also think. Once the emperor liked the lady’s remark and even praised her boldness, next time he sent a messenger who told the lady to play down and lastly the emperor pulled the chair just when she had adjusted her green saree to sit on it. The emperor laughed on his own joke and rest laughed because feeling sorry wasn’t an option. Even after the meeting when the emperor had left for the USA no one came forward to console her. She sucked her pride in and put it safely in the depth of her chest.

‘What do you say?’ the emperor looked at other minister. The minister shuddered and felt like he was slipping. The almost bald minister gave him his hand in a way no one saw.

‘Spectacular’, the other minister said. He too knew the emperor liked that way. Once, just before the emperor had taken over the reign of the empire of sea of people and vast stretch of natural resource which leaders of the world envied and wanted to come over and loot, he had dared to cross the line, which he was sure he didn’t see. Next day, his son was imprisoned by the authority for misusing his own father’s authority and private news channels speculated on his future as the minister. He pleaded the emperor and cursed his fate for being the father of such rascal. The benevolent emperor forgave him and reinstated him on his former seat but with a clear yet unspoken message.

Then, uncharacteristic of him, he thought of seeking for his counsel of his subjects through MyGov.in but stopped just in time. ‘They know that I know what they want’, he said to himself and agreed to the proposal of the guy with the recommendation and the visiting card of the firm which was subsidiary to the firm which had supported him when no one was ready to help him.

It is a week now and the emperor has refused to change the clothes. The private news channels and the government radio are telling people that they are living in a historic time and they should cooperate. And the subjects are awaiting the restoration of the order of the King the emperor has promised to restore. He wants just 50 days to do so.

PS: Four children of a neighborhood knew that the emperor was naked but their voice was silenced by a long hush of their parents.

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