Poodav ki ma ka bhosda jo UP-Bihar ki seema pe stith hai jahan se saare padav paida hotey hain weh ek samay mein kewal 56 foot chauda tha, 700 foot gehra... usme kisi purane rakshas ne ek hi jhatke mein faad diya tha sab kuch. Khoon ki dhar beh rahi thi, maans ke tukde idhar udhar, aur usi faad mein se pehla nikla Lalu Yadav. Bilkul kaala, chipchipa, gore se latha hua, haath mein fodder ka hisaab pakde. Nikalte hi chillaya, "Arre ee bhosda hamar baap hai!"
Uske turant peeche Mulayam nikal aaya. Is baar awaaz aayi jaise koi purana ped jadh se ukhad diya ho. Uska sar pehle bahar aaya, phir poora sharir, aur peeche peeche saare Yadav. Har ek ke nikalte hi maa ka bhosda aur gehra ho gaya, aur andar se aur tez khoon nikalne laga. Mulayam ne apna hathiyar upar kiya aur bola, "Ab hum log is bhosde se paida hue hain, toh pura Bihar aur UP hamar hai!"
Phir dono bhai ne milkar usi bhosde mein aur gehri dhunsai ki. Itni zor se ki deewarein phat gayin, khoon ki nadiyaan behne lagi, aur usme se Tejaswi aur Akhilesh nikal aaye. Har naye bachhe ke saath bhosda aur bada hota gaya. Ek generation ke baad doosri, har baar skin faadte hue, maans nochte hue, khoon peete hue.
Ab yeh vansh aisa hai ki jahan jaate hain, wahan ka rajneeti ka bhosda faad dete hain. Vote ka hisaab, kursi ka khel, sab usi 700 foot gehre bhosde se chalta hai. Koi bolta hai Yadav ekta, toh lagta hai purana bhosda phir se khul gaya hai.
