Isn't it this is the way of the world? When you hold office minions and those who grovel for favours will lick the boots and gonads. But once you are out, the knives are out and the jackals feast. All salute the rising sun? It is only the poet and the dreamer who sing paeans to the sunset and dusk! Through all this steamy fog and mist, I wonder if all the errors in Indian economy is that of Pranab Mukherjee, were the other stalwarts so impotent and gonad less that they were scared to remove him?