I Am Not A Thief
Neel Arurkar is back. I don't have any particular reason to explain my absence from blogging but if you thought after looking at the subject, that I am just out of solitary confinement, you would have lost your ass if you placed a bet.
When I was kid I used to wonder about the number of thieves and murderers in Bombay. Everytime a police vehicle zoomed past me with people not wearing khaki, I used to wonder about the rising crime rate in the city and at the same time feel proud about Bombay Police for catching so many criminals. It was only when I became smart and that took quite some time I tell you, did I realise that most of the non-uniformed people were police men in civil clothes, probably being transported back home after 16-18 hours of duty.
Now it so happened about a month and a half ago, that my friends and me, were witnesses to an incident I do not wish to write about for the sole reason that I do not want this to be indexed by Google. We had to move to the crime scene to describe what we saw to the police. And not many public transport vehicles ply on the route where the incident took place. Just then we spotted a Police Car! I waved frantically and the car came to a halt. The policemen wore a baffled expression on their faces. Never before I suspect, had the policemen encountered the situation where their car was stopped. I asked them to allow us into the car as we were eye witnesses. They hesitated and asked someone seated in the middle row, who after some thought agreed to allow us inside the car. I opened the door near the guy whose approval was sought to let us in. This guy who was sitting near the door just refused to budge. This meant that we were not allowed to sit next to him. We had no option other than cramming ourselves on the back seat of the car. Later, we learnt that this guy was an Assistant Commissioner of Police. Big Guy, Big Attitude, His Attitude Sucked, And So Did He. The distance we had to cover was about a kilometer and sitting in that cramped seat for a short time was not a problem at all. After listening to the police gossip(yes they gossip and they gossip a lot), it was time for us to get down at the spot. It would take many years for that small kid who must have seen me travel in that police car to realise that, I am not a thief...
When I was kid I used to wonder about the number of thieves and murderers in Bombay. Everytime a police vehicle zoomed past me with people not wearing khaki, I used to wonder about the rising crime rate in the city and at the same time feel proud about Bombay Police for catching so many criminals. It was only when I became smart and that took quite some time I tell you, did I realise that most of the non-uniformed people were police men in civil clothes, probably being transported back home after 16-18 hours of duty.
Now it so happened about a month and a half ago, that my friends and me, were witnesses to an incident I do not wish to write about for the sole reason that I do not want this to be indexed by Google. We had to move to the crime scene to describe what we saw to the police. And not many public transport vehicles ply on the route where the incident took place. Just then we spotted a Police Car! I waved frantically and the car came to a halt. The policemen wore a baffled expression on their faces. Never before I suspect, had the policemen encountered the situation where their car was stopped. I asked them to allow us into the car as we were eye witnesses. They hesitated and asked someone seated in the middle row, who after some thought agreed to allow us inside the car. I opened the door near the guy whose approval was sought to let us in. This guy who was sitting near the door just refused to budge. This meant that we were not allowed to sit next to him. We had no option other than cramming ourselves on the back seat of the car. Later, we learnt that this guy was an Assistant Commissioner of Police. Big Guy, Big Attitude, His Attitude Sucked, And So Did He. The distance we had to cover was about a kilometer and sitting in that cramped seat for a short time was not a problem at all. After listening to the police gossip(yes they gossip and they gossip a lot), it was time for us to get down at the spot. It would take many years for that small kid who must have seen me travel in that police car to realise that, I am not a thief...
posted by Neel Arurkar | 3:40 AM
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