The buzz around Parliament House was palpable. It wasn't just another Monday; it was a Modi Monday. Our very own Prime Minister, Narendra Modi, was making a visit, and the energy was electric. You could practically feel the anticipation crackling in the air, like static cling on a particularly dry Delhi day.
The purpose of the visit, as far as anyone could gather from the flurry of whispers and hurried phone calls, was a general check-in with the Members of Parliament. A sort of "How's the family?" on a national scale. Of course, with a leader as dynamic as Modi, a simple meet-and-greet transforms into a whirlwind of handshakes, photo ops, and probably a few impromptu policy discussions.
The security, as you might expect, was tighter than a drum. Sniffer dogs patrolled the perimeter with an air of intense focus, while security personnel stood guard, their expressions a mix of alertness and mild boredom. One could only imagine the logistical nightmare of coordinating such a visit. I half expected to see a spreadsheet detailing the precise timing of each handshake and the optimal angle for every photograph.
Inside, the atmosphere was a curious blend of formality and excitement. MPs, usually seen debating fiercely across the aisle, were united in their eagerness to interact with the PM. It was a reminder that even in the cutthroat world of politics, there's a shared sense of respect, or at least a healthy dose of curiosity, when the nation's leader comes calling.
Naturally, speculation ran rampant. Was this a strategic move to rally support for an upcoming bill? A casual temperature check on the political climate? Or perhaps, just perhaps, Modi was simply in the mood for a good samosa in the Parliament canteen. The possibilities were endless, and the rumor mill worked overtime.
The visit itself, from what I could gather through the grapevine (and a strategically placed ear near a slightly ajar door), was a resounding success. Smiles were exchanged, hands were shaken, and backs were probably patted with varying degrees of enthusiasm. I even heard a rumor that Modi shared a joke, although the punchline remains shrouded in mystery.
As the PM's motorcade swept away from Parliament, leaving a trail of swirling dust and fading excitement, a sense of normalcy slowly returned. The MPs dispersed, the security detail relaxed, and the sniffer dogs presumably went in search of a well-deserved nap.
And somewhere, in the quiet stillness of a post-Modi Parliament, a lone squirrel probably scurried across the lawn, wondering what all the fuss had been about.
