Such are things now, in Cartavya Call. Sorry, we’ve been remiss. It should have been capped and we letit languish in lower case the last time. It’s a proper name, after all. It’s a new epoch proclaimed from the high stool by whoever stands on it. We know and you know and everybody knows so no need getting into who.

Let’s not get anywhere near compromising national interest and national security. You know how things are, you never know what might be construed a threat to national interest and national security. The definitions keep changing. Let’s not let out the name. Not THAT name. Who has called Cartavya Call. Let’s just be safely on this side of Cartavya Call.

It has its moments of interest, this side, I mean. It’s safe but that doesn’t meant it’s all dead and boring and quiet.

On the contrary, my dears, quite on the contrary. A lot has been happening. Things few expected will happen. Ripley sort of things, almost, Believe It Or Not stuff. Jaadu hai, jaaaaadu hai. Must have heard that one, suna to hoga.

Ugly ducklings, those ones. The ones we’ve got now, in our burgeoning own. One uglier than the other. As if they had strolled through a narrow sewer pipe lined with soot. They waddled in white as snow one end, emerged black as coal the other. That sort of ducklings, stained ones. If they were sheep you can guess what they’d be called. Heavens only know the sins they’d rolled in to be of such besmirched countenance.

But Cartavya Call has a calling and some of us who have devoted ourselves to the purposes and intents of Cartavya Call should heed that call. Poor ugly ducklings. Something must be done, they must be redeemed, a way must be found. A way will be found, have no worries.

Let’s have a look at them, where are they, these ducklings? Over on the other side, you think? Well let’s make them a proposal they may not be able to refuse. Let’s get them all here, over to our side and let’s see what happens when they do come over. Through that same sewer pipe that left them blackened. Tell them they won’t regret it, just cross over. Through the pipe, good fellas, nice and easy.

And look, lo and behold! Look at them as they emerge from that filthy sewer pipe. Magic! They are, by dint of being with us, back to being white. Pure and pristine. What a whiteness are they, bless whoever. Come one come all, let’s fall into embrace, now that you’re on our side, you’ve been rid of your stains and sins. This is how it happens. In Cartavya Call. Kronoloji samajhiye.

I’ll tell you something, just fear notAll you need is to come to this sideAnd nobody’ll ask you why or what Because with us you’ll have nothing to hide.