Yet another year....

Krishna Mandar was sitting on his favourite couch.He had got it from Spain when he had gone for vacationing with his family last year.That was the last vacation he had  had with his son,Raj,who was now studying in Switzerland.His daughter was away for a shopping spree with her friends to London.God,that girl so loved to shop!If she had her way,she'd spend all the money that he had acquired  earned on her shopping.He let out a small chuckle.
He was scheduled to meet his secretary now and then the destitute slum people half an hour later,but that can wait.The independence day speech was more important.
Roy entered the minister's palatial house.It was beautiful with rich french interiors.A common man would wonder how the minister could afford that with a 20K salary.But Roy knew the secrets.He was the inside man.
"Here comes,my man",exclaimed the minister as he settled down with a scotch,"So what's the deal tomorrow.The Independence day,eh?".
"Hmmm,yeah.You've been invited to the Varsity B-school for the flag hoisting ceremony",he stated as he fumbled with some sheets.
"So?"
"So,you would be invited to grace the occasion with a speech,so I thought we should discuss what you would like to talk about",he replied.
"Hmmpfff!"
Roy was waiting for a reply.
"I don't want a Q&A round.These kids,they end up asking anything dragging me into futile controversies",was all he said.
Roy sighed,"Allright.I'l notify them about it.So,what would you want to talk about?Inflation,the CWG fiasco...and.."
"No no,are you mad?No contoversies please",interrupted the minister.
"What then?"
"oh,the usual.Poverty,education..."
"Won't that be a tad too repetetive?"
"Ah...who cares?Flag hoist karke,do teen shabd bol kar chal aayenge,bas."
This was yet another independence day,thought Roy.Yet.Another.
"Allright.I'll get the speech written in an hour.Should I get the car drawn,you need to visit the slum dwellers now?"
"Kya?Oh,yeah...nahi,they can wait.I'll go get some nap.This conversation has tired me to no end."
"But sir,you'd get late."
"Chalega,let it be.And yeah,Preeti needed some money in London.Get the bank to wire some to her,like 3000$.I'll go,get some sleep."
"Yes...Sir."


God,how much he hated this job,he sighed,as he left the mansion.