“This cannot be true…. no way…”, mumbled Anna in disbelief, as he woke up to the pricks of of ice cold water sprinkled on his face by his disciples. He had earlier passed out, when he had heard the news flash on TV – “Kailash Satyarthi of India wins the Nobel peace prize.” He stared back at the television through his round glasses adjusting his ironed Topi on head and fanning himself to cool the sweat dripping down his Roopa brand undershirt.
As he stepped out his house to get some cool breeze, and relieve himself of the shock, he was seized by a dozen news reporters and camera men who came to record his reaction on the announcement of the Nobel. Anna declared before the reporters “I’m the true Gandhian and the Nobel belongs to me.The white Gandhi Topi, the Dhoti and the peaceful rallies are all proofs of my simplicity and Gandhian Peace values, you see.” All those Peace dharnas over hundred days, surviving only on cold juices and water, meant nothing to the world; he was furious. The world has been unjust not to notice his peace marches from north to south , just as Gandhi did from west to east in his Langot and stick. He was ANNAoyed.
An unknown man from nowhere, some Satyarthi from Kailash, who doesn’t even wear a topi on head, rest aside winding a dhoti around the waist, gets the Nobel prize for peace, made Anna lose his cool. Anna headed straight to India Gate to protest the injustice meted out to him by the Nobel peace panel. This time on an indefinite dharna with only mineral water, not even orange and apple juice, until the world takes notice and bestows the Nobel prize upon him.
ps: Only pun intended no offence.