GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 32

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv


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Chapter 32

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Ātmānand Joshī watched me carefully.

“I doubt Vinod Sharmā really had any heart attack without any attempt from either of you.”

Arundhatī Joshī watched her elder brother angrily.

“What do you want to say?”

Home minister of India accused INC and previous UPA government that it coined ‘Hindu terrorism’ that weakened fight on terror.”  Ātmānand Joshī smiled scornfully.

His wife, Åārifah Aurangzéb, also smiled looking at her husband proudly.

“So what?” Arundhatī Joshī asked both her elder brother and her Pakistani Musalmān sister in law more scornfully.

“You are playing communal card and dividing the house.”

“Bhaiyā,” Arundhatī Joshī said patiently, “I can understand if Åārifah Bhābhī accuses us of such a dastardly lie. She is a Pakistani. But you…”

“It is a lie?” Ātmānand Joshī asked his younger sister scornfully still now.

“You don’t think so, I know.” Arundhatī Joshī said, “INC has destroyed your sense of justice tremendously.”

I smiled as I saw Justice Åāliyah Åbbās entered there with her Member of Parliament husband, Yashvardhan Joshī.

“You both are still arguing?” Justice Åāliyah Åbbās interrupted.

“It all started with the utmost biased decision of your Supreme Court, Ammī.” Ātmānand Joshī commented drily.

“I entirely disagree with you, son.” Yashvardhan Joshī said, unsatisfied with his son.

“I can understand, Dad.” Ātmānand Joshī said minimizing his otherwise curt tone somewhat, “Due to the ever undue immense pride of your ever communal party, BJP, the Parliament is not working now for a noticeable time.”

“It isn’t pride, my son.” Justice Åāliyah Åbbās said, “It is the self-confidence of the world’s largest political party.

Ātmānand Joshī grimaced,

“That can’t run the activities of parliament normally.”

Justice Åāliyah Åbbās and her Member of Parliament husband, Yashvardhan Joshī, reached the beautiful sofa set and sat on the vacant sofas.

Arvind Bachhalyā and Urmi Joshī didn’t want to join Ātmānand Joshī and his Pakistani Musalmān wife, Åārifah Aurangzéb.

They could bear even Åārifah Aurangzéb, but not Ātmānand Joshī.

He was almost fanatic against the world’s largest political party, BJP.

He was tremendously against Naréndr Modī.

He appreciated even Rahul Gandhi blindly.

Being an ardent admirer of Nawaz Sharif, even Åārifah Aurangzéb wanted her husband to be more rational.

“It’s now a fact, Ātmānand,” Åārifah Aurangzéb used to say now, “that BJP is in power now for entire five years, whether you like it or not. INC was in power for almost sixty years, yet at even its peak popularity days, none of you thought to make INC the world’s largest political party ever.”

Naréndr Modī is one more Hitler, I say.” Ātmānand Joshī barked.

“Nonsense, you are frustrated.” Åārifah Aurangzéb admonished her husband, “Naréndr Modī is really trying his best to ease the border problems of India.”

 Chapter 33

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