ONE DAY IN THE LIFE OF A GREAT COMMUNIST LEADER
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Anindya Basu
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One Day In The Life Of A Great Communist Leader
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Writer’s Note
This is a selection from my book ‘The Final War – Version 3.0’ with some modifications.
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ONE DAY IN THE LIFE OF A GREAT COMMUNIST LEADER
A multi-act play held frequently at the city of Hagamota.
Cast of Characters:
Male:
Aalok Basu – The great communist leader of SMPI.
Mitabhash Chakraborty – Aalok Basu’s right hand man cum main trouble shooter cum shelter giver to party criminals.
Amok Mitra – The great ‘Shunya theke shuru korbo, Shunye achhi, thakbo, Shunye giye shesh korbo’ (Start from zero, Continue with zero, End at zero) finance wizard. Also frequently took part in wild sexual orgies with Bangladeshi boys and girls.
Mangalnath Chatterjee – Chief conduit between SMPI and Saudi Arabia. Close resemblance with an overweight Russian bear.
Jahaj Basu – ‘Tora shuorer bachcha, Ami shuorer baap’ (You are all pigs’ progeny, I am pigs’ producer) powerful committee member.
Sunil Biswas – Sissy, missy, pissy party spokesman.
Jalimuddin Shams – The controller of the Pakistani spy network in the city.
Akash Karat – Joseph Stalin’s favourite Indian concubine 1.
Radheshyam Yechuri – Joseph Stalin’s favourite Indian concubine 2.
Balkishen Singh Surjeet – Mao Tse Tung’s favourite Indian pimp.
Rahul Deb Bhattacharya – Moderate communist leader. Sheep among wolves.
Vishnu Pratap Singh – Delhite donkey.
Softy Singh Yadav – U.P.ite clown. Leader of the Shukarwadi Party (Porcine Party).
Redoo Prasad Yadav – Bihari joker. Leader of the Rashtriya Janwar Dal (National Bestial Party).
Malaimal Onnaponna Karunanidhi – Leader of the NMLK Party.
B.C. Devegowda – Pumpkin bumpkin picked up by Aalok Basu from a shelter for strays in south India.
Sunder Kumar Gujral – Billy goat picked up by Romia Gandhi from an asylum for vagabonds in north India.
Narad Pawar – Mumbaiite monkey. Currently Romia Gandhi’s favourite pet monkey amongst all her pet monkeys in the Progress Party.
Priyabrata Dasmunshi – One of Romia Gandhi’s favourite pet monkeys in the Progress Party.
Chamar Singh – Bigwig of the Shukarwadi Party. Managing director of Kalahari India Parivar. Close resemblance with Lord Emsworth’s favourite.
Gautam Shib Roy – Aalok Basu’s college mate at St. Charles College and bigwig of Progress Party.
Shibabrata Mukherjee – Tormuj (watermelon). Green on the outside (outwardly showing allegiance to Roots Progress Party). Red on the inside (inwardly owing allegiance to the Stalinist Maoist Party of India).
Nandan Basu – Aalok Basu’s son. Swindler number one.
Bhanjan Bhattacharya – Nandan Basu’s man Friday in Delhi.
Lakshman Chatterjee – Ex Tollywood hero.
Swarnendu Chatterjee – Ex Tollywood hero.
Sujan Chatterjee – Communist documentary film music director.
Amar Sen – Leftist economist. Great juggler and distortionist.
Sudhajit Majumdar – Famous Jibonmukhi (Reallifeity) singer.
Shatadal Sen – Film director. Closet mother-fucker.
Barada Shankar Roy – Novelist. Liked to have group sex sessions with minor girls from minority community.
Lalnil Gangopadhyay – Poet cum novelist besides head of Bengal Re-awakening Society. Closet homosexual.
Purnendu Palit – Head of Progressive Writer’s Forum, a motley collection of SMPI lackeys.
Kumaresh Majumdar – Leftist writer.
Dhanpat Todi – Leader of the non-Bengali businessmen owing allegiance to the SMPI.
Parishuddha Sarkar – Leftist linguist.
Upen Chandra – Leftist historian.
Amit Sarkar – Leftist historian.
Imran Habib – Leftist sociologist.
Shyamchandra Guha – Leftist anthropologist.
Monimoy Ghosh – Editor of the weekly magazine Pesh for Bengali intellectuals. Secret agony uncle at the monthly magazine Front Open. Top secret lover of Lalnil Gangopadhyay.
Syed Qamaruddin – Shahi Imam, Round Mosque
Jahangir Ali Engineer – Leftist social activist.
William Kingsford – Head bishop, Steeple Church.
Bhabonamoni Kar – Sculptor.
Hirak Goswami – Ex footballer.
Female:
Maya Bannerjee – Leader of the Roots Progress Party.
Sougandha Bannerjee – Professor of English at Hagamota University. Aalok Basu’s hagiographer.
Minita Mitra – Aalok Basu’s son Nandan Basu’s wife Lekha Mitra’s niece.
Jasmine Basu – Aalok Basu’s granddaughter. A successful model.
Romia Gandhi – Leader of the Progress Party. Great admirer of Aalok Basu.
Kalawati – U.P.ite sow the size of a cow-elephant. Leader of the Bahut Suvidhavadi Party (Very Opportunistic Party).
Sati Chatterjee – Ex Tollywood heroine.
Basanti Mukherjee – Ex Tollywood heroine.
Parinita Sen – Feminist writer.
Bichitra Mitra – Rabindrasangeet singer.
Aalokbanya Shikdar – Famous sportswoman.
Durga Sen – Ex Tollywood heroine. Editor of women’s magazine. Closet nymphomaniac.
Shatarupa Roy – Tollywood heroine.
Runa Ganguly – Tollywood heroine. Self-styled spokeswoman of Tollywood’s leftist gang.
Pramila Thapar – Leftist sociologist.
Mehnaz Mufti – Leftist social activist.
Trishna Basu – Lesbian feminist poet.
Zubina Azmi – Special activist cum communist theatre heroine.
Kamini Bhattacharya – Professor of Political Science at Hagamota University.
Bandita Das – Art film actress. Leftist social activist.
Barsha Chatterjee – Ex Tollywood heroine. Latest female bedmate of Durga Sen.
Arunita Roy – Feminist author.
Banani Basu – Feminist author.
Mr. Aalok Basu got up at 8 AM. No, his eyes had got up. His mind, hand, feet, body were yet to get up. An exposed Mr. Basu almost started to have an erection at the sight of the smooth, lovely buttocks of 20-year-old sweet faced, sultry bodied Ms. MM lying beside him. He turned over a quarter awake MM and began fondling and kissing her. His fingers and lips had woken up. But his penis had refused to wake up despite his best urgings, cajolings, coddlings. Mr. Basu’s face had a resigned look. He simply could not have another fuck. He tried to console himself with his famous saying ‘E Rokom To Hoteyi Parey’ (Such things as those can happen).
MM — Minita Mitra — was the chief attraction of the body shop run by her aunty. Aalok Basu’s daughter-in-law Lekha Basu ran an antique shop on the outside, with a body shop on the inside. Soft bodies of easily available femme fatales, for hard cash of course.
Jasmine entered the room without any clothes. Grampy liked her better that way. Jasmine had once caught Aalok Basu taking a peep while taking a shower. In her birthday-suit, a wet Jasmine had opened the bathroom door fully, pulled in Aalok Basu and asked Grampy to pull off his clothes. Grampy and Mini had taken a shower together, admiringly, laughingly massaging, soaping each other.
Aalok Basu got up finally. After half an hour he had decked himself up. He was replaced in bed by Jasmine. Jasmine and Minita were now having it like a piece of sandpaper and a deeply rusted screw. Some time later his son Nandan Basu will come into the room and have it with Jasmine and Minita. After having his breakfast of two dry toasts, half a banana, and a quarter litre of Jimmy Runner indigo label whisky, Aalok Basu began to think which places he was going to bless today with the sacred dust of his feet.
It was going to be a busy day for him. At 10 AM, ULLOOK was going to felicitate him at Rabindra Indoor Stadium. At 2 PM, he was to inaugurate the 3-day seminar with the topic of discussion – Hindu fundamentalism: Worse than Islamic fundamentalism and Hitleric Nazism combined. At 4 PM, he will be the guest speaker at COOTTA’s annual convention. COOTTA, trade union wing of SMPI, stood for Communist Overtimers’ Organisation and Transitory Traders’ Association. (The meaning of cootta was mongrel, and the name was deliberately chosen by SMPI, as the avowed aim of COOTTA was to bark at and chase away all capitalist, bloodsucking postmen away from West Bengal.) At 6 PM, he was to be at the release of a book written by a gang of feminists and leftists, which proved that Hinduism was the religion which treated women the worst and Islam the religion which treated women the best. The dirty baker’s dozen consisted of Banani Basu, Parinita Sen, Arunita Roy, Sougandha Bannerjee, Durga Sen, Trishna Basu, Kamini Bhattacharya, Pramila Thapar, Mehnaz Mufti, Zubina Azmi, Sati Chatterjee, Shatarupa Roy, Runa Ganguly. At 8 PM, he was to be at Dhanpat Todi’s wine party for the connoisseur to taste some choice wines from the Mediterranean countries.
But before that. His felicitation ceremony at Rabindra Indoor Stadium. Organised by ULLOOK. It was to start in another 10 minutes. (The meaning of ullook was tailless ape and there was never a more appropriate name for any organisation as all members of ULLOOK were better ullooks than real ullooks.)
Aalok Basu entered his limousine waiting outside the palatial Stalin Bhawan, which the SMPI had managed to secure as his permanent residence, thanks to a bill ostensibly meant for ex-Chief Ministers, but in reality with only Aalok Basu’s needs and comforts in mind. No, he did not return the greetings of his chauffeur, two security guards personal assistant. He could not stoop so low. To the level of mosquitoes and houseflies.
Maya Bannerjee, the pig-headed monkey-tailed leader of the Roots Progress Party was leading a demonstration against Aalok Basu and the SMPI outside the Rabindra Indoor Stadium.
Sougandha Bannerjee, the treasurer of ULLOOK, was sitting in the middle of the first row along with the two founders. Rumour had it the hagiography combined with a weekly free sex fee paid to Aalok Basu would soon land Sougandha Bannerjee the prestigious position of Chancellor at Hagamota University.
Lakshman Chatterjee, the spokesperson of ULLOOK, was sitting right behind Sougandha Bannerjee. Lakshman Chatterjee had been in bed with both Aalok Basu and his would-be successor Rahul Deb Bhattacharya. Lakshman Chatterjee had decided to move to fresher pastures with Aalok Basu getting too old and Rahul Deb Bhattacharya getting too busy. He was now sucking Bhanjan Bhattacharya’s penis and massaging his (Bhanjan’s) buttocks at the same time.
Swarnendu Chatterjee and Sati Chatterjee, secret lovers, while in bed had decided to found the ULLOOK (Unique Lily-white Light Of Our Karma), the fan club of Aalok Basu. (It was only after the registration of ULLOOK that they found out that the initials when spelt together were not that flattering. Unfazed, they had declared to the media that compared to Aalok Basu, every other Bengali was an ullook.)
Lalnil Gangopadhyay was impotent additionally, incapable of fathering any children. That was why he tried to pass himself off as a great connoisseur of women. It was his powerful alcoholic friend who had fathered both his children. That was why to Lalnil, the alcoholic was the greatest poet in the world. In one of his monstrous efforts, Lalnil had portrayed a famous poet of yesteryears to be born similarly, his mother impregnated by a person other than his father.
Seated on the front row chairs, Shatadal Sen and Durga Sen were fondling each other, with Barsha Chatterjee caressing Durga Sen’s buttocks with her nose.
Sudhajit liked to do it with honey. With not only his 14-year-old daughter but also with 28-year-old Sujan and 42-year-old Kamini and 56-year-old Purnendu.
Lalnil Gangopadhyay and Swarnendu Chatterjee were doing it to each other. Monimoy Ghosh was shuttling between the two with his penis in his right hand, alternately tickling their buttocks with his penis.
Upen Chandra and Amit Sarkar were masturbating each other with broad smiles on their faces. Both of them had this funny habit. They could not keep themselves under control whenever they saw women in red or green dresses. They simply unzipped their zippers, yanked out their penises and dangled those before any such admiring woman in a red or green dress. They had yet another funny habit. Whenever the duo saw young girls dressed in white or saffron miniskirts, their fingers crawled inside the miniskirts and viciously pinched the bottoms of those girls in white or saffron miniskirts. The girls with hurt looks on their tearful faces tried to wipe away the tears. They were powerless to do anything against the dangerous duo. What with bystanders looking on passively.
Imran Habib and Shyamchandra Guha were crawling on all fours and at the same time sucking each other’s penises.
Malaimal O. Karunanidhi, B.C. Devegowda, Sunder Kumar Gujral, Narad Pawar and Chamar Singh were having a small group sex session amongst themselves.
Malaimal O. Karunanidhi was not a mere political lizard. He was a deep shitter, an unparalleled farter, a prolific pisser, a monkey, a baboon, a chimpanzee, an orang-utan. Under all, a unique humbug.
B.C. Devegowda was the self-styled leader of the Bengaluruan buffoon brigade. B.C. Devegowda liked to do it with 3 beer bottles. To be precise, by putting his penis inside the beer bottles one by one. After he finished with the beer bottles, he gulped down the unusual cocktail of beer and semen, with a huge smile on his big, fat, round face.
Sunder Kumar Gujral was the Punjab da paddar (meaning the farter of Punjab). His speciality and uniqueness lay in the fact that he not only farted from the hole in his buttocks, but also from the holes in his mouth, ears and nose.
Narad Pawar was the self-syled strong man of Mumbai. But, before Romia Gandhi, he was just one of her many obedient, pet monkeys. Romia Gandhi had pulled off his tail and balls, and kicked him out of the party, when he had refused to clean her buttocks with his hand, once a week, along with the other big monkeys of the party. Romia Gandhi had pardoned Narad Pawar and let him into the party only after he had atoned by licking her buttocks clean with his tongue, every morning, thirty days at a stretch. Narad Pawar liked to do it with 1 bhelpuri and 4 paobhajis. After he finished with the poor bhelpuri and paobhajis, he gobbled up the semen soaked bhelpuri and paobhajis all by himself, not surprising considering the ever-expanding balloon that was his stomach.
Chamar Singh’s Kalahari India Parivar wanted Indian cows to suck buttocks of Pakistani pigs. Not only that, Kalahari India Parivar owned a zoo containing male and female monkeys from Bollywood. The monkeys had taken a collective vow not to take part in Bollywood sports that involved sticking up Pakistani pigs. The monkeys also acted as a screeching brigade for Kalahari India Parivar’s periodic strip dance festivals.
Redoo Prasad Yadav and Softy Singh Yadav were keeping it between themselves. Though to an onlooker, their unusually contorted, interlocked bodies seemed to suggest a high degree of uncomfort, they themselves were having a gala time with one’s penis in the other’s mouth.
Mangalnath Chatterjee was kissing Kalawati’s buttocks and tickling her feet with his penis as part of the SMPI strategy of cosying up to the Bahut Suvidhavadi Party. Kalawati had taken the saying ‘Diamonds are a girl’s best friend’ too far. Not satisfied with wearing a diamond ring around her neck, she also wore a diamond bra and a diamond panty. Unbelievably, she also wore a diamond sanitary napkin. Kalawati was unable to tolerate the mildest of criticisms. Whenever any person criticised her, she took off her panty and sanitary napkin, and drenched that person in five kilograms of her shit.
Jahaj Basu and Sunil Biswas were scratching each other’s buttocks.
Amok Mitra had been in the wilderness for a long time. He had fallen out of favour with Aalok Basu for his Neanderthal economic ideas. But a year ago, he had crawled up to Aalok Basu on all fours and licked his buttocks for an hour. Aalok Basu had softened and given him the economic portfolio a week after, after a cabinet reshuffle.
Zubina Azmi was the group sex auditorium heroine at all communist group sex festivals. Once, at an international culture meet, she had surprised everyone by taking off all her clothes on stage and crawling on all fours. Many of Zubina’s friends had taken her side. They had declared Zubina had utter artistic rights to do so. Zubina also liked to do it with little boys living in slums. She thought she was entirely within her rights to do so.
Sometimes Shatadal Sen took on both Durga Sen and Zubina Azmi at the same time. In bed, the threesome looked like a giant, contorted, wriggling burger. Shatadal Sen’s nickname was PeniSen PubeSen while Durga Sen’s nickname rather nomenclature was Changing Pubes For All SeasonSen. PeniSen PubeSen was the Bengali secular media pimp’s favourite male whore. Changing Pubes For All SeasonSen was the Indian secular media pimp’s favourite female whore.
Arunita Roy was a purveyor of third-rate feminist propaganda. She was extremely haughty and thought the world of herself. One of her critics had labelled her as a haughty piece of potty. But there were always shit flies that were attracted to her. Arunita Roy’s fitting nomenclature was Small Pubes For Big ThingeRoy. Small Pubes For Big ThingeRoy was the international India bashing media pimp’s favourite female whore. Small Pubes For Big ThingeRoy won the Hooker prize annually for using her small pubes for sticking big things into it as deeply as possible. Big things like the one belonging to ex-Piggy Captain of the Piggystani Cricket team, I’mPig Khan. Big things like the sharp, shining, dark knives thrown out by the Pokhran-2 tests/blasts. Big things like the ones belonging to Kashmiri Muslim terrorist leaders.
Bhabonamoni Biswas and Kamini Bhattacharya were squeezing each other’s buttocks.
Trishna Basu and Mehnaz Mufti were masturbating each other and sucking each other’s breasts at the same time with puckered up schoolgirlish smiles on their faces.
Mitabhash Chakraborty had uncovered his buttocks so that Shatarupa Roy and Hirak Biswas, sitting on either side of him, could each lick one half of his buttocks with their tongues.
Barada Shankar Roy, Purnendu Palit and Kumaresh Majumdar were sitting in a circle and each of them was fondling the other two’s penises, with Barada Shankar Roy continually reciting one of his poems.
After the Babri Masjid’s demolition, an anguished Barada Shankar Roy had penned this poem –
You all are angry with Muslims
’Cause they split up the country
But when you Hindu fundamentalists
Split up the centuries old Babri Masjid
What ’bout that?
But Barada Shankar Roy’s detractors had paid him back in his coin by making a parody that went like this –
You all are angry with Hindus
’Cause Babri Masjid is split up
But when you secu-fucku boys split your sides
After licking asses of Muslim fundamentalists
What ’bout that?
Sougandha Bannerjee, Sati Chatterjee and Basanti Mukherjee too were sitting in a circle and each of them was fondling the other two’s pubeses.
Zubina Azmi, in an inverted top down position, was sucking Pramila Thapar’s vagina with puckered up lips and at the same time Pramila Thapar was sucking Zubina Azmi’s buttocks with her tongue deep inside the hole.
Redoo Prasad had taken off his dhoti to prove he wore no underwear below his dhoti.
Softy Singh had taken off his dhoti and underwear to prove that his penis was dark green in colour.
Vishnu Pratap Singh had taken off his pajama and underwear to prove that the right half of his buttocks was dark green in colour and the left half dark red in colour.
When Shibabrata Mukherjee came to the ceremony, he had his penis covered with dust from Maya Bannerjee’s sandals. But now he had wiped off the dust. His penis was now covered with dust from Aalok Roy’s boots.
Balkishen Singh Surjeet was massaging Romia Gandhi’s buttocks with his mouth.
Narad Pawar had left B.C. Devegowda and Sunder Kumar Gujral all to themselves and was now busy massaging Romia Gandhi’s vagina with his tail.
Malaimal O. Karunanidhi and Chamar Singh were sitting on the floor, panting with their tongues and penises hanging out, and massaging their stomachs glistening with sweat.
Amar Sen was tickling Rahul Deb Bhattacharjya’s buttocks with his nose and caressing Dhanpat Todi’s penis with his right hand.
Rahul Deb Bhattacharya was cuddling Parishuddha Sarkar’s buttocks and Parishuddha Sarkar was tickling Rahul Deb Bhattacharya’ feet with his penis.
Amok Mitra was masturbating a boy and a girl, leftovers from last night’s riot, who were sitting on his legs.
Gautam Shib Roy, a bigwig of the Progress Party and the former Chief Minister of West Bengal was holding in his hands a piglet seated over his penis and licking it all over by bending down forwards. He always shouted about at the slightest opportunity that in his next life he wanted to be born as a pig. He said this not only to please pigs but also because it was his earnest desire to become a pig, which he was, but did not know. Now during his tenure as Chief Minister, Mr. Pig Lover had deliberately tortured and murdered gruesomely lots of innocent youth in the name of putting down Chairman Mao’s unclaimed bastards’ revolution. So that in revulsion, the people of West Bengal could vote the SMPI led by Aalok Basu to power.
Priyabrata Dasmunshi was twiddling his penis and was contemplating what pranks he could play with it. Priyabrata Dasmunshi was also known as Pagla (crazy) Dasmunshi. Pagla Dasmunshi had modelled himself on Pagla Dashu, a fictional character created by the famous Bengali satirist Sukumar Ray. But, while Pagla Dashu played his pranks as a schoolboy on his classmates and teachers, Pagla Dasmunshi started playing his pranks only after he stepped out of his teens. Even well into his middle-age, Pagla Dasmunshi had not stopped playing his pranks. One of his well-known victims was FTV. After blowing up his penis to the size of a big cannon and filling it up with coal tar, he had used his penis cannon to blacken FTV.
Akash Karat and Radheshyam Yechuri had intertwined their penises and were jumping up and down boisterously.
Syed Qamaruddin and Jalimuddin Shams were rubbing their buttocks together vigorously.
Jahangir Ali Engineer and William Kingsford were sucking each other’s penises.
Aalokbanya Shikdar, Parinita Sen and Banani Basu were sitting in a circle and fondling each other’s breasts.
Barsha Chatterjee and Arunita Roy were sitting face to face and caressing each other’s vaginas with their noses.
Durga Sen had decided to get feminine. She was now half sitting in a bent chair posture. Runa Ganguly was in a kneel-down posture with her tongue inside Durga Sen’s vagina. Bandita Das was in an inclined, inverted, top down, twisted posture enabling Durga Sen to put her tongue inside her (Bandita’s) vagina and Bandita Das herself to put her tongue inside Runa Ganguly’s vagina. Shatadal Sen was running around using his penis to tickle the buttocks of all three.
The show began.
Aalok Basu took off his clothes. All guests, who had not yet taken off their clothes, took off their clothes.
Shatadal Sen and Zubina Azmi went up on stage and began crawling on all fours and at the same time throwing flying kisses at Aalok Basu’s buttocks.
Pramila Thapar and Sougandha Bannerjee went up on stage and began twirling on their buttocks and after each twirl planted two kisses on Aalok Basu’s buttocks.
Swarnendu Chatterjee and Sati Chatterjee went up on stage and began licking Aalok Basu’s buttocks and wiggling their buttocks at the same time.
Jahangir Ali Engineer and Sudhajit Majumdar went up on stage and began tickling Aalok Basu’s buttocks with their tongues.
Romia Gandhi went up on stage and both she and Aalok Basu began scratching each other’s genitals and buttocks.
Chamar Singh went up on stage and embraced Aalok Basu in such a fashion that the two seemed like Siamese twins.
Amar Sen, walking on his hands, went up on stage and began tickling Aalok Basu’s buttocks with his penis and at the same time licking Aalok Basu’s feet with his tongue. It was not surprising considering Amar Sen was capable of far more difficult distortionist acts.
Dhanpat Todi went up on stage and applied thick rose syrup all over Aalok Basu’s body. He then proceeded to lick Aalok Basu’s body clean. Well, Dhanpat Todi would have licked Aalok Basu’s body clean even if it were covered in shit.
Bichitra Mitra went up on stage and started singing – Aalok Aamar Aalok Ogo Aalokey Bhuban Bhara. (Aalok my Aalok O the world is full of light.)
Sudhajit Majumdar went up on stage and started singing – Aalok Tomaye Pronomi, Tomari Charanaparashe Aaji Dhonyo Holo E Bhumi. (Aalok, we bow to you, this ground has become revered thanks to the touch of your feet.)
It was time for the great ceremony.
Mitabhash Chakraborty was the lucky person honoured with the grand duty of kicking off er sucking off the ceremony. Mitabhash Chakraborty started sucking Aalok Basu’s penis. One by one, the others followed. After the sucking ceremony had ended, Aalok Basu’s penis had blown up to thrice its normal size.
The second part of the ceremony started. This time around, Aalok Basu’s devotees and admirers were given the honour of kissing Aalok Basu’s buttocks. As before, Aalok Basu’s devoted poodle Mitabhash Chakraborty was that singularly lucky person again. Mitabhash Chakraborty started kissing Aalok Basu’s buttocks. He planted a total of fifty kisses, twenty-five each on Aalok Basu’s each buttock. As before, the others followed one by one. After the kissing ceremony had ended, the brightness of Aalok Basu’s buttocks had increased by five times.
The show ended with everyone licking and kissing and fucking anyone on whom he or she could get his hands, lips, tongues and genitals on.
At 10 PM, Aalok Basu was lying on his bed, waiting. Waiting for Nandan Basu, Lekha Basu, Jasmine Basu, Minita Mitra. Waiting for the sexual riot the fivesome will indulge in, for over an hour.
The 2 PM seminar had seen Radheshyam Yechuri bore Aalok Basu and everyone else to death by an hour long continuous shitting from his bare buttocks containing every type of shit on earth from aardvark shit to zebra shit. To compound Aalok Basu’s woes, just after Radheshyam Yechuri had ended his shitting, Akash Karat had started farting from his bare buttocks. Akash Karat’s half-hour long farting, containing every smell from rotten eggs to rotten dogs, had left everyone feeling groggy and dazed.
The 4 PM convention had seen Balkishen Singh Surjeet sending Aalok Basu into a trance with his senile intermittent spurts from his bare penis.
The 6 PM function had exhausted him, with all the 13 authors taking turns to pull off their bras and panties and massage him vigorously with their breasts and pubeses. A younger Aalok Basu could have taken it, but the rheumatic, constipated Aalok Basu well into his eighties found it beyond the limits of his endurance.
The 8 PM party had revived him somewhat but he was still a bit down. In tonight’s riot, he will have to play a more passive role than usual.