The Manipulator..

There was a King, Indra who ruled the best race in the world and dwelled in the most marvelous citadel. His ornaments were of the best gold and chariots had the best horses. His orchards bore the best fruits and roses had the best fragrance. Celestial nymphs who shone brighter than the sun danced for him, served him the finest liquors and made love to him. He commanded the race, ordered them to serve him and thus lived an affluent life.

The King couldn’t sleep though. Whenever he tried sleeping, he had recurring nightmares of people overtaking his throne. Hence he never promoted people on the basis of their talents but on their basis of their inheritance and creed. He appointed his faithful vicars to brainwash people and sow seeds of ignorance in them. Still he could never find solace. Whenever he saw anybody rising in stature or power or knowledge, he personally crushed them to death. Sometimes he crushed people and sometimes he crushed ideas. But he made sure that no opposing voices echo around him.

Times have changed but that King still lives. He has renounced public display of gold and chariots but piles it secretly. He has even started folding hands. He lives in disguise and his accomplices stay in disguise too who still brainwash people to make sure the King never loses the throne. And he still crushes sometimes People, Sometimes ideas and more recently he has started crushing channels for the propagation of those ideas. He is making sure that no opposing voices echo around him.

Courtesy - The Frustrated Indians on Facebook