When you have a 10:1 cerebral advantage over your opponent, theoretically your win is merely a matter of time and formalities.
Unless one of your siblings responds to the name of Bibhishan, that is.
An average Norwegian was content munching his lutefisk or Kjøttkaker, depending on his preference, and humming Ja, vi elsker dette landet.
Till one of them, a blighter by the name of Vidkun Quisling, popped up to facilitate the Nazi invasion of his own country.
Siraj-Ud-Daulah had a fair chance in the Battle of Plassey. Before his lieutenant Mir Jafar crossed the floor and hugged Robert Clive, that is.
India's stint as the No. 1 Test team could have been longer. But then BCCI had meticulously cooked their goose and inked just 2 Tests in the next 11 months.
You probably feel like borrowing the 5-iron wielded so deftly by Elin Nordegren and spank the colossal fatheads at BCCI.
A less violent breed, I demand a Padma Bibhishan for Shashank Manohars and Lalit Modis.
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