A country called Ai

(This is a novel about the destiny of a country called Ai, which was born with grand hopes for the future and grand ambitions. Though it fulfilled many, it failed in a lot too)

Once upon a time, there was a country named Ai. Ai was a developing country with lots of people of many religions, languages, superstitions and political parties. There were two national parties (their EC said there were more; but actually there were only two): ABC and XYZ. There was CDI too, but they can be ignored.

ABC was headed by Lady San, the widow of the former Pres, Sir Ran. Sir Ran's family had ruled the country almost since independence with one or two commercial breaks in between to reduce monotony.

XYZ was a headless party (you know what I mean) whose state leaders had no national appeal and national leaders too had no national appeal - that is, no appeal anywhere in the nation. This was supposed to be controlled by a religious body called RXX, whose main aim was to build a U-no-vat at a place called U-no-vere. This was strongly opposed by the largest minority, Mi. Also, RXX and its other outfits wanted to bring in some rather arcane laws, like deciding what the citizens of Ai should eat, what they(esp, the women of some states) should wear and so on.

The Mi had an uncountable number of organizations, which from time to time issued so many bizarre orders to its followers that many people went crazy reading about them. In fact, it can be said that there was a competition for issuing the most bizarre order between RXX and its outfits on one hand and the Mi organizations on the other. Thankfully the citizens of Ai were intelligent, though not literate(I sometimes wonder whether intelligence and literacy are mutually exclusive. Just look at the re-election of the last U.S President). And so, whenever XYZ was elected to form the government, just like us, it had to form coalitions which meant it could not pass bizarre orders at the behest of RXX.

Oops! All this reads like the description of scenery in some books in which the actual story is buried so deep inside verbose descriptions of all other things in the novel except the actual story that finally the reader has to give up and wait for a review of the book or google out one to actually know what happens(hoping that at least the critic would have had the patience to read it.)

(To be continued in the next post)