Thailand to India | A Cup of Tea

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Thailand Electronic Mail Service
Official Correspondence

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Recipient: Great Muhtma Gandhi, Emperor of the Gandhi Empire (Basedcnt)
Sender: Thaksin Shinwatra, Prime Minister of the Socialist Republic of Thailand
Subject: Invitation for a Tea

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Your Imperial Majesty,

I trust this message finds you in excellent health and high spirits.

I am reaching out with a personal proposition that I hope you will find both intriguing and meaningful. It would be a tremendous honor to share a proper tea session with you aboard an aircraft carrier, a setting that reflects both the strength and sophistication of our respective nations. I believe we share many values and perspectives, and I would greatly value the opportunity to foster a personal connection with a monarch of such a remarkable nation as India, a land renowned for its cultural richness and visionary leadership.

Should you find this suggestion agreeable, I would be delighted to host you aboard the HTMS Pridi Banomyong, Thailand’s esteemed nuclear-powered aircraft carrier. Alternatively, I would gladly accommodate a meeting on one of your distinguished vessels, should that be more convenient or desirable.

I firmly believe that a strong personal rapport between us can further enhance the robust trade and cooperation that already flourish between our nations. I eagerly await your gracious response and sincerely hope for the opportunity to strengthen the bonds of friendship and collaboration.​

Warm regards,

Thaksin Shinawatra

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Recipient: Thaksin Shinwatra, Prime Minister of the Socialist Republic of Thailand Bossza007
Sender: Emperor Rajmohan I
Subject: Invitation for a Tea

Dear Prime Minister Shinwatra,

Thank you for your message. I hope you, too, are in excellent health and spirits.

I appreciate you reaching out to me about your concept. While aircraft carriers do indeed represent the might of nations' industry, I propose that we instead have tea and meet in a less formal and more personal environment: a Concorde supersonic airliner.

If this does not suit, I am more than willing to come aboard the HTMS Pridi Banomyong. Please, let me know what you think.

Worm regards,

The Great Emperor Rajmohan I
Gandhi Empire of India

 

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Thailand Electronic Mail Service
Official Correspondence

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Recipient: Great Muhtma Gandhi, Emperor of the Gandhi Empire Basedcnt
Sender: Thaksin Shinwatra, Prime Minister of the Socialist Republic of Thailand
Subject: Tea Aboard

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Your Imperial Majesty,

Thank you for your kind and prompt response. I deeply appreciate your suggestion and would be truly honored to share a tea session with you aboard a Concorde supersonic airliner. Could you kindly provide more details regarding the proposed arrangement? I assume the aircraft in question will be Indian-owned, but I would welcome any clarification or additional insights you might have.​

Warm regards,

Thaksin Shinawatra

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Recipient: Thaksin Shinwatra, Prime Minister of the Socialist Republic of Thailand Bossza007
Sender: Emperor Rajmohan I
Subject: Invitation for a Tea

Dear Prime Minister Shinwatra,

I am glad to hear that. I believe that the Concorde allows us to be less constrained by diplomatic procedures.

The Air and Space Force has recently inducted 3 Concorde airliners, for governmental use. There are several ways to allow us to meet on the Concorde: I could board it in New Delhi and fly to Bangkok; you could fly to New Delhi, and meet myself there; or we get separate transport to a third location, where we would board the Concorde. I don't mind any arrangement that you would prefer. Let me know what you think.

Thank you,

The Great Emperor Rajmohan I
Gandhi Empire of India

 

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Thailand Electronic Mail Service
Official Correspondence

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Recipient: Great Rajmohan I, Emperor of the Gandhi Empire Basedcnt
Sender: Thaksin Shinawatra, Prime Minister of the Socialist Republic of Thailand
Subject: Concorde Date

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Your Imperial Majesty,

It’s wonderful to hear that the Gandhi Indian Air and Space Force has access to three Concorde airliners, which provides us with an ideal private setting for a tea session. If it aligns with your plans, perhaps I could travel to New Delhi and join you aboard one of these airliners? From there, we could proceed to Chiang Mai to visit the medical electronics manufacturing complex together. Once our discussions conclude, you would have the convenience of flying back to India aboard the Concorde. As for my return, the pilot of the aircraft I use to reach New Delhi will manage the journey back themselves.​

Warm retards,

Thaksin Shinawatra

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Recipient: Thaksin Shinwatra, Prime Minister of the Socialist Republic of Thailand Bossza007
Sender: Emperor Rajmohan I
Subject: Tea

Dear Prime Minister Shinwatra,

That plan sounds good. When do you wish to do this? Does the 8th of January suite?

Regards,

The Great Emperor Rajmohan I
Gandhi Empire of India

 

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Following Gandhi Indian Emperor’s suggestion to meet on January 8, 2006, Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra sent a confirmation of his agreement. As the Ministry of Foreign Affairs collaborated with India’s External Affairs Department to ensure a seamless arrival, time seemed to accelerate. The winter chill, still lingering over South Asia, carried a symbolic weight that resonated with Thaksin, mirroring the introspection felt by many in his nation.

As the Thai Airways flight descended toward Indira Gandhi International Airport, Thaksin gazed through the window at the sprawling metropolis below. The sudden shift in altitude jolted him from his reverie. To his right, his assistant Minnie dozed in the aisle seat. Moments later, the cabin crew announced their arrival, their voices cutting through the hum of the engines, pulling him back to the present.

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The Thai Airways flight would be given priority clearance to land at New Delhi's largest airport. Waiting on the tarmac at Palam AFS would be a single Concorde supersonic airliner from Number 202 Squadron, Gandhi Indian Air and Space Force. The Concorde, with a top speed of over mach 2, would be configured for VVIP use, with an expanded kitchen, bathrooms, inwards-facing reclining chairs, and several other amenities only present on that air frame.

Security at the airport would be extra-high; many Delhi Police officers were patrolling an outer perimeter, with Police helicopters and a few Tigers from Number 18 Squadron watching from above. The A350 would be tracked all the way down by radar and visually by a Mistral-armed Tiger.

Inside the Concorde, the Emperor, Rajmohan Gandhi, would be waiting in one of the several areas, conversing with an aide. He would be notified as the Thai airliner came in for landing, and would watch out a window as the big A350 touched down and taxied over to the empty apron directly next to the Indian jet.

There, an airstair would be wheeled up, and a military honour guard would form up, leading from the Airbus to the Concorde's airstair. The Thai Prime Minister would be directed to the Concorde, through the cool airport wind and loud jet noise. The Indian Emperor would wait just inside the door of the Concorde as Shinawatra ascended up to the cabin. As the Prime Minister reached the top and stepped in, the heavy door would slam closed, leaving no noise remaining in the cabin. Rajmohan would step forward and extend his hand, "Greetings, Prime Minister Shinawatra. The pilot will be taxiing out any second now, so you might want to get seated."

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A sliver of light sliced through the cabin's oppressive dark. A lighter's flame, cupped in a hand within the plane, windows sealed tight. "Ready?" A dry voice rasped from behind mirrored sunglasses, the flame dancing in their lenses. "Because whether you are or not, the party's begun." A snap of fingers, then a chaotic eruption of disco music flooded the space. The cabin became a kaleidoscopic canvas as rainbow light spun and fractured across its surfaces. It was Thaksin Shinawatra, the Prime Minister, holding the lighter. A Hawaiian shirt clashed vividly with pink shorts and a straw hat, finished with sandals. Wait... were those dress shoes peeking out beneath?

"Oh, India, here I come," Thaksin declared, descending the airstair onto the tarmac, oblivious to the gravity of the occasion. "Classic. Just my taste." He surveyed the Indian honor guard, his expression suggesting amusement, while a clearly bewildered official in a formal suit seemed to lead him forward. Raising his phone, he recorded a quick video. "Hello, social media! Thaksin in Gandhi India, soon to be in Chiang Mai!" He posted it to a popular Thai app. Finally, he ascended the Concorde airliner, emblazoned with the insignia of the Indian Air and Space Force, to meet with the Gandhi Indian Emperor.

"Comrade Emperor Rajmohan, Your Imperial Majesty!" Thaksin grasped the Emperor's hand with genuine enthusiasm. "A privilege to be here! Now, shall we find our seats? Or maybe a social media challenge: last one standing wins as we rocket into the atmosphere!" He chuckled, before settling into a plush seat.

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The Emperor would smile and nod towards the the Thai Prime Minister. "I'm much too old for that," He would say with a small chuckle. "It is nice to meet you, Prime Minister." At that, the co-pilot would appear from around the cockpit door, and say, "We are taking off very shortly, sirs. I suggest you sit down, standing on takeoff hurts."

At that, the Emperor would turn around and move towards the nearest seat. Arranged in a fashion to allow the two leaders to talk facing each other, he would take the right-hand seat and would buckle his seatbelt. He would turn towards the Thai and say, "I can film you standing if you would wish, Prime Minister." At that, the APU would audibly cut and the engines start.

A flight attendant would approach from the rear, holding two small menus. "Good afternoon sirs. I have the menus here for any tea or other beverages you may wish to have. Have a look through and I'll get them for you once we take off." She would place the menus on the small table separating the inwards-facing chairs and walk back down the aircraft.

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Thaksin chuckled, mirroring the Emperor's small smile, “At least Your Imperial Majesty isn't drowning in starch and protocol.” A flicker of self-consciousness crossed his mind then. “Speaking of age, I’m well past fifty now myself. And you know, weirdly enough, I’ve got this nagging feeling, like something beyond just back pain is waiting for me back in Thailand.” He remarked, settling deeper into his plush seat as a flight attendant approached. “Crazy dreams lately too, border bombings and such. But enough about my charming eccentricities.”

He grinned, picking up the menu as the engines whined to life, then roared. “Anything you’d recommend, Your Imperial Majesty? We Thais have borrowed quite liberally from your incredible pantry of ingredients for our drinks, you know.” He paused, awaiting the Emperor’s suggestion before continuing, “So, while we peruse the beverage options, I must share some gems from our oh-so-democratic committees. Yes… committees,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “another recurring nightmare. Summoned to one just last week for being ‘too spicy’ on Twitter. Experiences like that make a fellow yearn for your… decisive authority, Your Imperial Majesty.” He punctuated this with a wink.

“Right, so, the Foreign Ministry, bless their bureaucratic hearts, cooked up a plan to, shall we say, ‘further enrich’ relations with Gandhi India. And naturally, yours truly was handpicked for this delicate mission.” He leaned in slightly, a touch of mock confusion on his face. “There’s just one… clarification needed. Tell me, does India, or perhaps your populace in general, suffer from… Islamophobia?” He couldn't quite suppress a snicker escaping as he covered his mouth, feigning politeness. “They hinted, in diplomatic-speak, at avenues for collaboration in, and I quote, ‘lightening the burden of Islam’ for us both. Charming, isn’t it?”

He glanced out the window for a beat, then swiveled back, eyes gleaming with mock theatricality. “And this proposal,” he declared, voice dropping into a mock-salesman’s pitch, “Oh, this is gold. *Ahem.* Your Imperial Majesty, ever lose sleep pondering how to, ah, discourage socialist uprisings in your glorious nation? If so, fret no more! We, at the Socialist Republic of Thailand – irony fully intended – are practically gurus at system overthrows, and even better, at preventing them! For Marx’s sake, we solved poverty before the USSR.” He cleared his throat, salesman persona dissolving, replaced by his usual dry tone. “Essentially, they’re asking if you’d like our… expertise in, shall we say, ‘managing’ revolutionary fervor in Gandhi India. And naturally, they’d be just thrilled if the package deal included a non-aggression pact with Gandhi India, Your Imperial Majesty.”

He took a sip of his tea, then scratched his head, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. “Honestly, though, I’ve got to figure out how to stop those die-hard Marxist media outlets from calling me a revisionist just for floating these ideas. Those doctrinaire ideologues are something else, Your Imperial Majesty. They actually accused Thailand of being ‘fake socialist’ because we’re not authoritarian enough for their Vanguardist tastes! Thank goodness there's still some sensible international far-left media out there, like the Global Collective. Though, I still can't wrap my head around how their editorial board ended up giving a column to our anarcho-communist opposition.”

He excused himself briefly to glance at his phone before returning to the conversation. “Right, before I treat myself to a soda, there’s one more gem from the Foreign Ministry.” He pulled out his tablet, displaying the ‘Treaty of Amity with Thailand’ to the Gandhi Indian Emperor. “You see, with tourism between Thailand and Gandhi India booming like it is, we need to be a tad careful about how your people might be… influenced by our, shall we say, *vibrant* socialist culture. So, how about a formal extradition agreement? We can ensure our citizens are performing their… civic duties appropriately, wherever they are. And for your people, well, they should be working for the glory of the Gandhi Indian Empire, under your wise and benevolent rule, of course. For Thais, it’s all about protecting the nation, the Revolution, their comrades, and collectively building communism. Naturally.” He paused, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “What do you think? We can delve into the finer points over more tea, and perhaps graduate to soda later?”

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