Comparing governments:

Congress
Hum Sarkaar hum mai baap syndrome. Rogues gallery. With the cockiness and ferociousness of a bull dozer.
Consider Kapil Sibal, P Chidambaram, Digvijay Singh, Manish Tewari, Renuka Chowdhury, Veerappa Moily, Nominal head: see-no-good, do-no-good, speak-no-good-or-bad MMS.
Run with an iron hand by the woman with an iron fist and sardar of cockiness SG.
(Aside: her recent embrace with Sumitra Mahajan should be included as a must in psychology text books for the study of body language. Mahajan went all out and would have even touched her feet to get that hug; Ms G barely yielded, the stiff upper and lower lip intact)

AAP
Sarkaar ki aisi-taisi syndrome. Even when in sarkaar.
Persecution complex. Auto-tuned to revolt and rebel, whether it is against the government of the day or their own partymen. Even in government, their primary job is to demand rights, perks, privileges and when those are granted, to ask for some more. The world conspires and AAP fights them all.

BJP
Hum akele sarkaar banane ke liye kaafi hain. All work and no play as PM and PMO plays hawk. Sleepless nights syndrome. For the first time, ministerial berths and key bureaucratic posts are looking for takers. Incumbents are begging off work. Kursi nahi chahiye, neend chahiye!

Take your pick.

From the Truman Library and Museum in Independence Missouri, an unnamed source sent someone four telegrams that were between Harry Truman and Douglas MacArthur on the day before the actual signing of the Surrender Agreement. The contents of those four telegrams below are exactly as received, not a word has been added or deleted!

 

(1) Tokyo,Japan

0800-September 1,1945

To: President Harry S Truman

From: General D A MacArthur

Tomorrow we meet with those yellow bellied bastards and sign the Surrender Documents, any last minute instructions!

 

(2) Washington, D C

1300-September 1, 1945

To: D A MacArthur

From: H S Truman

Congratulations, job well done, but you must tone down your obvious dislike of the Japanese when discussing the terms of the surrender with the press, because some of your remarks are fundamentally not politically correct!

 

(3) Tokyo, Japan

1630-September 1, 1945

To: H S Truman

From: D A MacArthur and C H Nimitz

Wilco Sir, but both Chester and I are somewhat confused, exactly what does the term politically correct mean?

 

(4) Washington, D C

2120-September 1, 1945

To: D A MacArthur/C H Nimitz

From: H S Truman

Political Correctness is a doctrine, recently fostered by a delusional, illogical minority and promoted by a sick mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end!

   

Vinod Mehta was my first editor. We had a free, informal and easy work environment. He was known for picking the best available team and Independent in 1989 surely was the pick of the lot.
Everyone had funny anecdotes about him.
Among my funniest memories had me with a bunch of ticker copies in my hand held behind and leaning forward on the chief sub's desk, to look at some more copies. (In those days, we got PTI and UNI on a dot matrix printer which we had to sort. We also got them on our desktops but computers were new back then and sorting on a desktop was not that streamlined).
I felt a gentle tug at the files in my hand behind. I absently gripped my copies harder while continuing to look at something; another gentle tug and i again gripped it harder, refusing to let go, again absently, engrossed in whatever exciting stuff it was that I was reading on the desk in front of me. A third tug and I finally lost my patience. I straightened up, turned around and saw Vinod a foot away, bent almost double, completely focussed on the copies in my hand.
"Oh!" I turned red with embarrassment and let go of the copies which he attacked with great haste and greed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a tableload of sub-editors, watching the scene with great merriment, some giggling at the weird sub-editor and her weirder editor. Later, one of them asked me, "For God's sake, WHY couldnt you turn and give him the copies??"
I wanted to know, "And WHY couldn't he simply ask for them instead of trying to prise them out of my hand? He is the editor after all?"
The seniors amongst us answered, "Well, that's Vinod." Indeed.

RIP.