Kachra Hacker..!

The scream came from the bedroom, “Lizard?” I asked casually from the sitting room and found no reply, “Cockroach?” I shouted again, and again hearing no answer, rushed to where the wife was, “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Look at this!” she screamed, shoving the newspaper into my face, “look what it says!”

“Municipality to Check Garbage!” I read aloud, “So what’s wrong? Fearing bomb blasts in the city, or bomb parts being thrown away, they are going to check all garbage and our great BMC has decided to check out all garbage they collect, thoroughly!”

“They can’t do that!” screamed the wife again, “I won’t be able to hold my head up in front of a municipal worker afterwards!”

“Because of the smell that’ll come from them?”

“No because of what they’ll think after they see our garbage!”

“I don’t see anything wrong with our kachra.” I said stubbornly.

“That’s because you haven’t seen the neighbor’s kachra!” said the wife defiantly.

“And you have? Why?”

“Yes! I wanted to see whether everyone brushes their teeth with Neem sticks like you do, and what kind of broken plates they throw out. And do you know what I found? That they use toothpaste, not neem sticks like you and you should see the broken dishes thrown out, they look like they are from the Queen’s cutlery collection!”

“And ours? What do ours look like?”

“Steel plates don’t break!” sobbed the wife.

“So what’s the problem?”

“When the municipality sees no broken dishes they’ll know we eat on steel plates!”

“So?”

“What will they ever think of me? And then they’ll see the neem sticks! We have to buy new porcelain plates, and you should start using toothpaste!”

“That’s impossible on a journalist’s income!”

“So what do we do?” screamed the wife, “I have a reputation to keep, I’m ruined, and even if one municipal worker were to tell the ladies in my kitty party, I’m finished! Kaput!”

“I’ve got an idea,” I said with a smile, “that will save your reputation.

The wife came to visit me at the police lock up this evening, “What happened Bob?” she asked.

“They caught me,” I whispered.

“Who?”

“The municipal workers, they found me exchanging the neighbor’s dustbin with ours this morning, now I’ve been booked!”

“What crime?” asked the wife fearfully.

“Kachra hacker..!” I said as she fainted.

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8 thoughts on “Kachra Hacker..!”

  1. Enjoyed your article today !
    Still thinking of the wife’s face, when you told her about being booked as the kachra hacker ha ha ha ha

  2. Ha, ha. Must try this some day. My neighbour has a very colourful garbage bin. Mine is cracked n old so no one will steal it. Nor have they stolen my neighbour’s. I’m still wondering WHY.

  3. Once again I found it funny to picture the scene as if I was watching a comedy unlike the murder I read of in the papers of a lady who saw a mouse. Her scream didn’t fool the neighbors.In a panic thinking she knew he had come for a loan,her husband’s friend stabbed her with a kitchen knife as it was there that she stood frozen not raising an alarm like he had imagined in his stressed state of mind. ????

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