His highness came in the banquet hall(read: canteen). Ordered his food. Meanwhile carefully seating himself. The food came. So far so good. The food is finished. Leaving the utensils there as if the royalties league of naukar shall come and pick there plate.
Chalo it is regretted….akhir badey log hai…

Excellency then reaches his place of work…
Talks here and there…
Little bit buttering here and little there…
Do work, the hard work (read: show that they work)…
Point out mistakes…
To them everyone’s mistake is a flown blown blunder..
And should be reprimanded in strictest possible manner..
Everyone are ants in front of them..
Those pathetic small people who pale in front of there larger than life image..
Those great people who are born to lead the creature of the land…
Pardon!Pardon!

But now they should be respected….
Called Sir and Maam’s
Because there blood has an experience of time immemorial…
Because they know things..
Hail thy highness…

Then..

The royalties buddy come in..
The royal entourage goes out…
Leaving the whole work to God knows whom..
Though a plan B is always there (read: scapegoats)
After a while the royalty comes in..
Lips colored purple….
A smile of we-kno-we-are-gr8 on the face..

But its about time to leave
The clock has clasped its hand downwards…
Packs there bag..
And get going…
Hail thy highness…..

They have there minions
Who are better than them on how to butter up..
Who behind there back point the royalties failure..in governance of there empires..

A palace of conspiracy, coterie and sycophancy…
But here ye…
It’s a 21th century office and not a 16th century princely state…!