The royal ghost and the Governor . . !

WITH all the skirmishes going on between the governors of the different states, especially those ruled by the opposition and the elected representatives, it wasn't too much of a surprise when one of them received a call, late at night. 'Hello!' said the Governor, weary with a battle he had fought during the day with the chief minister, 'Who is this?'

'The Queen!' said a voice with a British accent. 'The late queen? But you are dead, your majesty!' 'As dead as you are alive your excellency!' 'What do you mean by that?' asked the governor gruffly, 'I'm not dead!' 'You are supposed to play dead Mr Governor, like I did for more than seventy years!'

'How can I play dead, when these rascals are in the House, led by their chief minister...' 'Who have been elected by the people!' said the Queen gently, 'Whereas you are not!' 'But I have been appointed by the...'

'It doesn't matter who appointed you,' said the gentle voice of the last great monarch of England, 'I was appointed by something as obsolete as being the daughter of the last king. You, for no other reason than being a favourite of the present regime. Nothing more, nothing less!'

'When you put it like that,' whispered the governor, 'It seems I am a dead person!' 'As dead as I was!' sighed the late Queen, 'and yet I gave life to the monarchy!' 'How?' asked the governor quickly.

'By going by the rules of the game and adding dignity to it!' said the...