What would I say if I were to give a speech at the UN General Assembly as the Prime Minister of India

Assuming I am me, and not some alter ego of mine and somehow, despite being already completely lost at the age of 25 I decide to further exacerbate my present sorry state by pursuing a career in politics (though for the life of me I cannot imagine what mental ailment would compel me to do so) and succeed in bagging the biggest prize one can in this country, what would my first speech at the UN General assembly be?

(Not that the task of governing a billion and a half hypocritical, misogynist, religious fanatics can be considered a prize by anyone sane)

Now that I have ascertained that I might be seized by the fancy, no matter how unlikely the possibility, I think its wise that I write a speech before hand. I think it would be prudent to do so because my experience in life so far has taught me one thing- people change, and for the worse more often than not. Just like working at a corporate job and a school-college system of education surely destroys your creativity, working in politics will turn me into a jaded nemesis of myself. I would not be the pothead corpulent degenerate I am today, to whom the assertion that all the world's leaders and most of the world's adults are stark raving loony is a logical conclusion derived from careful observation of our world's deplorable condition.

You remember when you turned up for your first day at the first job? That the system running the workplace was an elaborate sham aimed at convincing outsiders a lot of work is being done while systematically making sure nothing ever shall get done was obvious to you wasn't it? Especially to those of you with the misfortune of being an engineer working at the so called core job. But four years down the line, you become one of the automatons, and you forget that you ever figured out something was very very wrong with the place to begin with.

Same principle, different field. I am sure, that by the time I become PM (or any one like me who decides to pursue this lunacy for that matter), I would be completely owned by the system, and would talk, act and spew garbage like the rest of riff-raff that composes world politics. So I'll write my speech now, thank you very much. I'll write it and save it on every online storage resource available to me, and I'll set a reminder on my mobile phone (and all the subsequent mobiles I own) for this date. Every year, from now till the day I become PM my mobile will dutifully beep on this day at midnight and remind me to read this speech to recall why I decided to go about embracing this form of slow death. (Jeez I talk like I am actually gonna run for the   job). And on the D-day, I'll carefully unwrap the brittle yellow pages of the handwritten hard copy, dust it off, scan it, re print it, smoke a toke of the most potent genetically modified weed available on the planet and get ready to drop the stink bomb on the world's high and mighty (assuming there is a world left).

But all that's beating about the bush. The speech will go something like this:

" Respected Secretary General of this august gathering, my fellow delegates, and all my mad compatriots back home, I stand here today in realization of a dream conceived many years ago at the cusp of my youth, one fine night while I was high as a kite. The dream was to one day stand where I stand today and tell you in clear, no nonsense, plain English, what a bunch of mad motherfuckers you all are.

For representation only. I don't like BiBi

Not only have you taken great pride in converting our home into a big stinking pile of industrial waste, you have actually convinced the sorry bastards who put you in office that its a great achievement to stockpile the instruments of your own annihilation. You have taught the populace of the world to take pride in preparing for suicide. The kind where a father shoots his kids, strangles his wife and then slits his own throat before blowing up the neighborhood"