NEW DELHI, April 29 -- The nervous politician hastily drew the curtains in his house and looked out furtively through a small opening in the folds, "What's happening husband?" asked his troubled wife, running to the window and nearly drawing the curtains open, "Are there assassins outside? Murderers who want to get your blood?"

"Don't pull the curtains," whispered the politician fearfully, pulling his wife's hand away from the closed curtains, "They're all out there, ready to kill me!"

"Then inform the police," said his wife fearfully, picking up the phone.

"Don't!" shouted the politician even more fearfully, "Even they may be part of the conspiracy!"

The wife crouched down on the floor. "What conspiracy?" she asked suddenly, petrifie...