When the wise Prime Minister walked in promenading his 56 inches, the Air Chief, Vice Chief, AOC-in-C W A C , and the pick of the best pilots stood up. The PM had previously instructed that nobody should touch his feet. For that reason alone, they saluted.
“So kya hum theyyar hai?” Are we ready? Asked the PM, raising the tail of his shirt and sitting down on the seat of his pyjamas.
The Air chief cringed. “Mananiy Pradhann Mantriji, our Anna data, we are ready, but…”
“But what?” asked the Prime Minister, his voice fraught with customary impatience.
“The weather report is not good. One or two clouds in the sky,” interjected the AOC-in-C WAC with 35 years of flying 17 types of aircraft under the golden laurels of his peak-cap. ’You see, sir, we pilots are not used to flying when there are clouds in the sky,”
The Prime Minister thought for a moment.
“Bewkoofo,” he said, ‘Why don’t you use your brains? You should drink cow urine every morning and do yoga like me. Don’t you see, that bad weather means more clouds in the sky, so nobody will see you? Fly above the clouds, go bomb and come back, baas.”
The Air Chief to the last Flight Lieutenant looked at each other as if asking why in all their 5000 to 15000 flying hours and fighting 3 wars, this magnificent idea had not occurred to them. Whoever heard of something stupid like a radar?
Only one man, a young flight lieutenant with a Cat-A golden wing pinned to his chest pocket, spoke up.
“Pradhamantri Mahoday, we’re not flying Zeppelins and they won’t be shooting catapults,..”
“Then fly Jeppelins, Their catapults won’t see you through the clouds,” thundered the Prime Minister
That’s how Balakot was bombed and the entire lot of terrorists in Pakistan was wiped out in one go.
Don’t believe me? Ask your Prime Minister.