The Great Indian Political Circus by Ramendra Kumar

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Humor /Satire
The Great Indian Political Circus
by Ramendra Kumar

Chapter 3

The time was twenty one hours. Unthonee was sitting in his room. There was a table in front of him on which were strewn glossy magazines, scribbling pads, newspapers and pens. He had been dialing Lord Inder on his private Cell but hadn’t been able to get through. Finally he heard a ‘sing tone’ : Bidi jalailey jigar se piya, jigar ma badi aag hai……

‘Wow what a raunchy tune! Boss is really rocking’. Unthonee thought.

“Hello, Lord Inder.”

“Hello.”

“Good evening, boss, Tony here. Sorry to disturb you. I have a sensational scoop for the Sunday Supplement of Swarag Samachar. I have been trying for the last two hours but your Cell was continuously engaged. You were probably talking to Rambha, Urvashi or Menaka.”

“Shut up, you fool. If the old woman hears this all Hell will break loose. You know how possessive she is, just the other day a new female had come – Diva Bharati. She was really sexy. Hers was actually a borderline case. She could have very well gone to Hell. But by bribing Phunsi Ram, the Human Resource Minister of Yama, I managed to get her into heaven and made her my private secretary. I don’t know how my wife got wind of it. She immediately approached her uncle Yama and got that cute little, itsy-bitsy thing transferred to Hell. So you better watch your tongue and instead of bullshitting, tell me why you have disturbed me at this unheavenly hour?”

“Boss, can I speak freely? I hope Brahma has not got your Cell tapped.”

“The moron doesn’t have the brains. You tell me about the scoop.”

“Sir Garam Singh has launched a new party. He calls it Congress Alpha.”

“Good, get all the lowdown. It will make a nice story. But what about the secret mission? Have you forgotten?”

“No, boss, not at all. I am gathering as many facts as possible. I will send you the details by email as an attachment.”

“But hurry up. Time is running out. Remembers you have not been sent down to enjoy a honeymoon. Get on with your job and come back fast. And don’t fantasize too much about Rambha, Urvashi and Menaka. Your rating depends upon your performance on this project.”

Lord Inder switched off.

Unthonee got up and started pacing the floor.

“The old fox seems really frustrated. Not reaching base one with Diva must have hurt him like hell. I better jot down all the points and send my report pronto, otherwise he’ll screw up my appraisal and my promotion will go for a six.”

– Continued

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March 11, 2007

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