Bushwhack!

President Bush lay rigid, his right arm trapped to the table. A small tube protruded out of an artery. Then he looked up at the doctor. He froze as he saw Osama Bin Laden. Osama smiled maniacally at him and disappeared. He realised to his horror that blood was ebbing away from him. Neither was he able to move his other arm to remove the needle nor were there people nearby to take it out. He opened his mouth to call. Words froze in his throat.

He could see his body now. So he’s dead. He had been so wrong to trust the Pakistani pretender President and offer to donate blood in Pakistan.

He could hear the Indians sighing sadly.

‘We warned him’ said one Indian.

‘Clinton, especially during his second term got wise about India. Perhaps he listened to Hilary’ said another.

‘How sad despite September 11, 2001, these Americans are not aware that poor Hindus and Muslims too are getting killed in Kashmir, and they number more than three times those killed in U.S.A.’ said the third.

‘How dare these people question Kashmir’s accession to India! And how audacious are these Americans, who swallowed up Native American’s territories by breaking pacts made with their chiefs, to question us!’ fumed an angry Indian.

Bin Laden came into view again.

That awoke Bush. He then remembered. Pakistan was behind and he is now in India. It was a Sikh doctor and not Bin Laden who had set off this nightmare while he was donating blood for those killed in terrorism in India.

It had been a good lesson. He rang for Hilary Clinton.

24 October 2003