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The crown prince !

Simba , the king in making !

Kate and Prince William's newborn is giving way to too many reactions- good, bad , ugly! Bhaskar's contention was, another one has come to take away the tax payers share....I remain neutral ,after all,the junta decided to let the throne be, so who are we to complain? 
There was a time long, long time back when my world revolved around fairy tales, and I used to be fascinated with the British Royalty. I remember poring over the fat velvet bound books on King George the Vth 's Coronation. Their world of carriages and coaches and castles seemed so fascinating then. Somewhere, of course the tint faded as I majored with Political Science my allegience changed           towards Dilectical Materialism !

 This time I missed another royal - the King of Africa ! We saw lionesses by the dozen almost , but the King remained elusive! We saw this pride feeding on a kill .The mother on guard as the cubs feasted loudly. A cute one almost came near our van's tyre with a piece of the trophy and ate in peace ! But the Father was gone- to mark the territory! Bhaskar consoled me...that out of the 12 one is surely a lion and the "crown prince "....And I promised myself this is one  coronation I cannot miss!


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  1. Abhishikta24 July 2013 at 10:32

    I remember watching their royal wedding with dreamy eyes!

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    1. amrita25 July 2013 at 02:12

      I saw it too I remember ....I was in Bangkok then and watched it one entire afternoon ! And I found Diana fascinating in many ways :))))

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  2. sharmila25 July 2013 at 00:09

    Yes...you are right...I know it is such pleasure to see a lion...the king!!!

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    1. amrita25 July 2013 at 02:12

      Yes , but I missed the lion ....the king of Africa ! have to go back again :)

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