Don’t tell Hassan Ali that Pranab Mukherjee is looking for him. He was looking for him in every nook and cranny of the Parliament House, and even on Parliament Street. On Janpath where foreigners descend for shopping, at India Gate where sight-seeing fellow countrymen converge, at Raj Ghat where all pseudo-Gandhians and even genuine ones pay homage, and at Red Fort where Prime Ministers ritually unfold the national flag. Strange are the ways of Hassan Ali!
The vigilant Income-tax men are swooping in on Hasan Ali, who is nowhere to be found. Mysterious are Hassan Ali’s ways. In the meantime, Arnab Goswami’s Times Now found him betting in the horse race in Pune. With his forty thieves around, the man feels absolutely secure; some of his thieves in the Cabinet, in babudom, in the police, in the judiciary. He owns the world’s biggest laundry where men of all political parties ledge their ill-gotten wealth. Noise, they all must make and the show must go on. Strange are the ways of Hassan Ali!
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