When he came and whence he came, it couldn’t be a matter of choice for the seniors, party men, associates and workers.
His arrival, not an unprecedented invitation, had sickened the rivals as it meant an infusion of a fresh leadership with whom the bustling youth population could identify themselves and the veterans and the aged would see a resemblance of their once alive pragmatic, now a legendary(sic) assassinated leader.
He stepped out of his SUV in the dusty town, a constituency he came to campaign and earlier, held by his uncle, grand mother, father, and now he was projected as the aspirant candidate.
It was 2004 when he arrived, not a long time if we see the ascent of his growth in unpopularity among the people, which is remarkable feat and totally unexpected, as his ancestor have had distinguished records both in terms of popularity and electoral politics.
He did have a name, which I need not tell, although a laugh or a slight grin would paradrop on your face before you pass the end of his surname; yes his name is Gandhi, Rahul, as the second name is of no value without the first I write Gandhi before Rahul.
