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Chief Minister Ghule Shah woke up one morning with a notion that he should put up at least a thousand of his huge and expensive statues in the heart of the city. He sent for his secretary Bhondhu Mal.
Ghule Shah was furious, "How on earth can you say that I will leave this world at this young age?" The secretary tried to make up for his faux pas, "Sir, may you have the longest life in your constituency. I only mean to say that once your party is out of power, you might not get prime space for your statues. You must get a good piece of land where your well-wishers can posthumously raise a statue in your memory." This time Ghule Shah really lost his temper, "What do mean posthumously? If wax statues of the famous living people could be placed in Madame Tussad’s Museum, London, why can’t I have mine in cement, marble and bricks here?" Bhondu Shah cautioned him again, "What if our opposition parties objected to it as misuse of public funds because these statues will have no practical utility at all." Ghule shah gave a deep sigh and came up with another idea, "Make all electrical poles in the shape of my statutes. These will serve the society in transmitting power as well." The secretary exclaimed happily, "Great idea, sir! All revenue from billboards on these electrical poles would come to us."
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Bhondu
Mal said, "Sir, it’s an excellent idea. You must have your
statue erected soon as you are not keeping good health these
days."