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Truth Or Bare
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 'I spy,' Laxman thought he heard someone say. 'But,' he wondered, 'who can spy me in the bathroom? Maybe, I'm imagining things.'Outside in the bedroom, his wife was watching a Hindi film. A belle was telling the hero to keep low the volume of his sweet-nothings: 'Deewaron ke bhi kaan hote hain.' 'Kaan, but no eyes' Laxman mused again, turning the knob of the tap off. 'How can ears spy?' He yanked the towel off the hook in the bathroom. His wife shouted from outside: 'Hurry up Zee, see the Store News people are showing your party president, BangaLow, in a torn UG, Zee. The correspondent, the Store people say, embarked on this unique project seven months ago, when someone told her that the president of the ruling party in the country wears torn UGs. Come, jaldi'.' Laxman had a sneaky look at his own - it wasn't torn. Thank God - wrapped a towel around the paunch, and rushed towards the drawing room, his (clay) feet slipping in and out of the slippers, water squelching. The Store News bulletin was sprinkled with updates on the expose: One photographer flew down to Bihar to find out where did the party president get his supply of UGs from? Bihar because the correspondent had been tipped off about "some place" in Lalooland BangaLow got his yearly supply of UGs. 'You might get some clue about the quality of the UGs and also bare truths,' the informant had told the Store News correspondent. The starry-eyed correspondent was on the screen, spilling beans on the how's of the Operation UnderGround. 'It wasn't easy getting to his house and then to the bathroom,' the correspondent said. On the record. 'You could call it a premature birth (of a scandal) - it took us (the other members of her kaum) only seven months to rip off his clothes... oops the veneer to "see" the truth - but the labour has been equally painful.' 'It was so difficult, you see,' the head of the (dot) kaum, Tarun Nosey Pal was on air now. 'There was always the fear of our correspondent being mistaken for someone else: When a girl snoops into a politician's bathroom, the "overtones" are more than clear - We launched a (fake) magazine overnight, and told BangaLow a cover story on clothes that politicians wear,' Nosey Pal said, squinting in the bright, sudden limelight. He was a celebrity. Unlike the spy cams, there was no hiding the fact; it was clearly out on the TV screens and newspaper headlines. Laxman felt scorn for his party president. 'Why did he do it? He had all the money in the world to afford, of all things, good UGs. If nothing else, he could have utilised the New Year gifts that he receives in the name of party fund in saving the party the ignominy? Laxman told himself, rubbing his palms in helpfulness. He felt grease. Had his palms been greased? He wondered. 'Oh boy, boy,' he got the clue to the greasy palm: 'So, that bugger who gave me wads of notes for letting me meet BangaLow was from Nosey Pal's (dot) kaum.' Laxman leapt towards the phone, dialled in a hurry, and whispered into the receiver, 'Darling, do one thing. Go to the bedroom and make sure there are no cameras. And yes, no visitors in any connection whatsoever. In case of emergency, get him frisked before getting personal. If you want to keep this affair of ours secret, no cams.' RECENTLY ON JAAL: Holi Wholly Unholy Asking For The Moon Excise Excise Bush Speechless The Moron's Hack Miss Whirl Chatterbox 6 Chatterbox 5 Chatterbox 4 Chatterbox 3 Chatterbox 2 Chatterbox 1 Cloud Nine The Son Always Shines Glam Slam Autonomy Retort The Sri Lankan Mulberry Bush Take The Green Quiz A Tiger By The Tail 1000000000+ Chandrachud Rereported The Second Coming Of Bill Are You A Bollywood Buff? SEND US YOUR FEEDBACK ABOUT THIS ARTICLE:
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