The well known fairytale of greed, finds a suffocating empathy in the terrified sway of many an unfair tail in the city of Nawabs. The prodigal mahout of a million marble elephant statues gazes at the lifeless Jumbo regiment in absolute awe.
In rehearsed tyrannic motion, she steps forward and announces to the mammoth line up,brushing under the marble parade, in one divisive sweep, the voluminous charge of corruption.
''.. one small step for myself ,One giant mess in the treasury.. '' she remarked, in an inconsistent state, of consistent jeopardy and so you shall listen, in a consistent state of inconsistent jeopardy.
Between her professed sermon and our committed silence, one marble elephant managed to whisper to another of his kind.
" Did you know, an ancient language of this land, describes the word MAYA as an illusion. ''
''Our mahout leaves no stone unturned....'' the other retorted. ''She lives up to her name in letter, spirit, expectation and integrity'' he added with an assuring smile.
