When Biceps Speak Louder Than Words!?
In a thrilling display of political theatrics, congress leader Rahul gandhi has added a touch of gym-chic to his parliamentary appearances. kangana ranaut, Bollywood’s self-proclaimed queen of blunt opinions, didn’t miss the opportunity to offer her signature biting commentary.
“He comes like a gym trainer flexing biceps,” she quipped, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm. “And now, he’s started pushing and punching people as well. Truly, the kind of parliamentary decorum we’ve been waiting for.”
It seems that gandhi has decided to swap age-old political tactics for a broader approach—literally. Gone are the days of lofty debates and rhetorical sparring; today’s parliament demands biceps, triceps, and perhaps a protein shake or two. Who needs substance when you can substitute it with swagger?
But kangana didn’t stop there. Turning her sharp tongue toward the familial camaraderie of the Gandhis, she observed, “Nowadays, Rahul, Priyanka, and sonia are only praising each other’s speeches and distributing awards among themselves.” Indeed, it’s as if the congress leadership has become its own exclusive fan club, handing out verbal high-fives and back pats like they’re headlining a family reunion talent show.
Perhaps kangana is onto something. In the world of gandhi politics, self-love is not just a virtue; it’s an art form. Their strategy of mutual admiration could even be a masterclass in brand loyalty: Why wait for public applause when you can just clap for yourself?
As for parliament, it appears to be evolving into a hybrid space—part legislative arena, part fitness studio. The real question is, will Rahul’s biceps be strong enough to flex past the opposition? Or will he need to swap his dumbbells for a crash course in political gravitas?
For now, as kangana gleefully points out, it seems the Gandhis are content basking in their own echo chamber. And who could blame them? After all, when the nation gets too noisy, what better way to drown it out than with the sound of your own applause?