THOU STICKEST A DAGGER IN ME

THOU STICKEST A DAGGER IN ME is a striking spoof on the Indian administrative hierarchy seminally uncovering the present-day bureaucratic-political master cross-fertilizing games within. It’s a shocking tale of the overselling political indulgence in policy formulation as much being a perspicacious pasquinade on its fascinating underselling bureaucratic execution. Set in the storyline of The Merchant of Venice it provides a side-splitting caricature of the reprocessed financial disruptive wangles of a newly elected government wreaking havoc and holler on the unsuspecting benefactors. The personal and professional life of the protagonist Portia alternate in the chapters as she squares the work-life balance with ‘unbated fire’. In her bureaucratic avatar as a red-hot truth-chasing civil servant smack dab in the heart of the Finance Ministry she attempts to right-side the forced-in financial reinnovations. The noob sarkar keen to revamp the policy architectonics gets into a serious overhaul. Ill-advised and lickety-split they hope to coerce and command the steel frame into a twisted yogasan. This gross underestimation costs them thickly as the bureaucracy hits back and unleashes its schadenfreude arsenal to supply the wide-eyed and naïve newbies with a canasta of refried and rehashed indigestible administrative nashta set in a decked-up booby trap basket. And as the tamasha unfolds the administration wizards and financial whizzes get into a massive argument over growth versus inflation fiscal deficit versus liquidity gap regulation versus supervision. Word Wars spill out in the open spreading like wildfire across the entire financial spectrum of the economy engulfing banks financial institutions government departments corporates and investors into its blaze.