Firayalal shaam

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When I reached the control room, Upadhayayji (from Special Branch) was the first to have arrived. He put his phone down, ending a conversation with, “So, it was full of clothes, was it?” he chuckled. When I enquired what had happened, he said the bomb squad had been called in Lower Bazaar. “A black bag with wheels had been found”, he told me, “One of those bags with wheels, a trolley bag? All afternoon, there was alarm.” No one knew who had left the bag, and it could be a bomb.
The bomb squad arrived, and found the bag stuffed with clothes. Someone must have stolen the bag with a lot of hope, Upadhayaji speculated, and it turned out to have merely clothes!
“Have you heard of Kaka Hathrasi, of ‘Transistor Bomb’?” he continued, laughing. And then he recited this poem, he said he had first read in 1970: 

“Transistor bomb par likhi ghatna ek sunaayein,
agar mile koi cheez toh usse hargiz nahi uthaayein.

Hargiz nahi uthaaye, hamara Ullu bola
Bus aade pe chhuuth gaya Kaki ka jhola

Kaka pahunche bus aade pe lekar asha
dangh reh gaye wahan ka gajab tamasha!

Bheerh darshakon ki lagi, “bomb! bomb!” ka shor
kharha hua police dal iss jhole ke chahun aur!
Jhole ke chanhu aur, kissi ne nahi tatola
Visfoton ke visheshagya ne jhola khola.

Jhola le thane chale InspectorBhagwan
jaanch wahin pe karenge, tab chorhe saamaan
Tab chorhe saamaan, chale jhola sang aise
Gaaya chale karti bachde ke peechche jaise

keh Kaka unka shaq nikla thotha-chchichchla
Saare baingan kaat diye bomb ek na nikla!

Jhola le kar ghar chale prasanntaa ke saath
Kaki bhi gadgad hui, daala jhole mein haath
daala usme haath ek dam uchchli aise,
maar diya ho dank kissi bichchu ne jaise

“Buddhi ho gayi brashtha tumhari, sathiyaayein ho?
Kati-phati sabzi le kar ghar aaye ho?!”
Haath jode, hum ne kaha, mat kijiye aakrosh,
sabzi kaati police ne! nahi hamara dosh!

Baingan kat teh samay agar ho jaata dhamaka
roti rehti aap, jail mein rehte Kaka!”

One of the very few people I have met who seems to be able to recollect, recite an entire poem (:)
The activists, journalists gang arrived at the chowk soon after, beginning long gupp about election, AAP, friction among vaampanti dal, Advani, aur Chirag Paswan.

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