T : Jus lookin out my window facin the street and i think “Something’s amiss..... FKKKK .... my bike” !!!
T+2: After seein the keys on the floor with my helmet i broke the news to myself that my bike was indeed stolen.. not taken by some friend, not parked someplace BUT STOLEN.. Duh.. Sigh.. Duh...
T+3: “Maav gaadi hat’th pa”... Sada shakes off his sleep, walks out the door to the street confirmin i’m not playin a prank or that i wasn’t jus plain hallucinatin.. scans his surroundings.. looks @ me and says to me wha i did to him jus moments ago ... :-?
T+7: “Pattya gaadi hat’th le.. splendor”..... Abhi wakes up.. rubs out the sleep from his eyes and while he’s doin so says in a flat tone “FIR barson ba” .. just like that.. no questions , no wen, wer, what, how.. No shock, awe, sympathy but one flat tone saying the most obvious nxt step which me n sada din figure till den... and our man was ready in a jiffy with his jacket on and keys in hand!!!
T+15: *Police stn* read the board.... we walk in and see a stray dog guardin the law and justice from it’s citizens ... Heart warming sight..
T+16: We enter and fill em in as to wha hapnd.. he points to a register, instructs me to fill in all de details.. which i do dutifully borrowin a pen from him.. Now i dunno wha dream abhi was in middle of wen i woke him up sometime ago but he, for some reason was in the mood, like all set and active.. he starts interrogatin the cops.. and they welcomed his questions which ranged from “what do u do with the seized vehicles?” , “How many thefts take place on an avg” to “How do they steal cars??” ...
T+60: Return to base.. to go back in the morning..
T+600 : We enter the same police stn which is now jostling with ppl and cops.. very unlike the prev night.. Some poor souls were made to sit on floor for questioning i assume.. a couple of lanky souls were in the lockup staring at the cops... we are duly directed to the SI der who again enquired abt the incident which led us der, he listened and asked me to give it writing.. I did.. den we wait.. and while we do so Mr. Abhi starts interrogating the SI now, so that he doesn’t feel left out on the fun.. “What did those guy do?” he asked pointing to the men sittin on floor, “Steal” was the reply and the SI walks out to take care of some business.. “Why are they made to sit on the floor?, isn’t is incorrect?” pattan asks me.. “WTF do u care, they’l do whatever they got to dude, wher else do they meke em sit? ” i say... “If it wer a rich guy he’d have been sittin on the chair drinkin tea..” he replied, der was no anger or sympathy in his voice, jus plain facts.. infact there was a hint of amusement in his tone.. I smiled, shook my head..
Both of us were called out with the letter to further complete the process.. I get up and lead with him following me.. I’m asked some more questions and abhi reaches der a min later.. “That guy in the lockup offered me 10 bucks, in exchange for one call from my cell !!, i din give it though” said abhi beaming with happiness like a kid spotting mickey mouse in Disneyland... “For real ?“ i asked... he mimed the convict’s expression jus in case i din blv.. and i did blv him after that, he cudn’t have made it up... not rite den.. ha ha..
T+720 : I get my FIR after coupla trips to the XEROX shop and some stories abt recession , call centre job ,how the world is unjust and overflowing with engineers yr after yr...
T+1500 : Smile on my face writin abt the events that unfolded in a day.. Suprisingly smiling ... hurts a lil.. but smiling I am.. as to all things that are beyond my control.. So long KA-25-S-2526... hope u come to daddy.. else RIP...
*T = 11:40 pm 30 June 2010
