The system failed.

Two girls, out for dinner, go to the local “dhaba” in a nearby residential colony…….illegal commercial?... yes………cheap, good food……just what hostellers need………
“Hmmmm…….that tastes nice……thank god for this food……id kill myself if I had to eat Maggi again……”…….CRASSHHHHHH………”what the…….??!!??”

A sight for sore eyes………frustrated guy (or a reaaally lazy/stupid one) ……. Pushing their car with HIS!!!!!!!!

Shocked!

“hey stop……….what do you think your doing?????....”
“mujhe English nahi aati ……..tu hindi mein baat karr…….samjhi?????”

CRASSHHHHHHHHH

“ARRE AAP KYA KARR RAHE HO???????.....RUK JAYO……..”……….the deadly look which only girls can carry off……..the implied “varna………”

“jo karna hai karr le…………mere connections presidents office tak mein hain”

“accha?........hum log bhi bahut sare politicians ko jaante hai…………”

Political connections ??.......does everyone have ‘em?..........”mere chacha ke mama ke dost ke bhanje ka purana bawarchi ab P.M. ke yahan kaam karta hai……..”
I personally don’t have any “connections” ……. nor have I ever tried to use any……….and so I wonder………are politicians available at the disposal of these people for their use at any given time and for any given purpose……a new meaning to the phrase ‘public servants’….must feel good to have connections………must give a feeling of power……….

Car door opens…….our man steps out……….girls take a step back……..trapped, dented car……scared helpless girls……..a billion onlookers…….enjoying the scene over dinner……….ahhh!!!!!! chivilary……

“arre gaadi to nikalne digiye……”

No answer……..man walks towards his house…………

Finally the dhaba owner decides ‘enough is enough’……….he walks upto the man………confrontation……….comes back and informs the girls with a look of achievement in his eyes………”maine usse baat karr li…. Woh naha ke, khana kha ke, phir aa ke gaadi hata dega……….”……..the glow of success……..no wait…..its just the moonlight reflecting off his bald head………

A look of amazement….”huh??!!??”

At the guys flat………

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………….

“oye uth……call aaya tha..…kisi ne ‘s’ ki gaadi thokh di……..”

“Huh?.........time kya hai?.........”

“Abbe uth na……….”

“uth raha hoon yaar………….”

Forward………10 mins later………

“hey……….tum log thik to ho na???????”………..a sleepy voice of concern……..more sleepy than concerned……….(they look fine……I wonder what my bed is doing rite now…….is it missing me?…….I’m definitely missing it……..)

“gaadi thik hai????”

An inspection…….not really actually……..too sleepy……..

“bumper loose ho gaya hai……….usne purposely mara”

“kya????????........” young blood boils………”chal ‘p’…….usse baat karke aate hain……”

“ ‘c’ ko nahi bula lena chaiye?????”…………(‘c’……..our senior…….the one we all look upto……..the solution to all our problems……)

A pause. Sense prevails…….

‘not our homeground……….must call for backup’

Forward 15 mins…….

No cops yet……….presence of a huddled, angry group of 7……..heated discussions…….retelling of the story……

c- “let me go and talk to this guy…….settle this quietly ……..like adults should”

the cops are here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“yipppeeeeeeeeee”

‘quietly my ass……..we’ll see him in jail………’




THE BIG FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!



“itni si baat ke liye call kisne kiya tha?”………ask the cops as the disappear slowly into the night on their bike……….one wonders how they’d make an arrest if they had to…….or had they decided that none will be made…….and all they did to prepare for this was carry an extra wallet…………….

Its over……….nothing happens………nothing ever does………the fight is such a dud that even the aggressor is dissatisfied……..we rejoice……..

‘at least we irritated him good……’…….smiles all around……..forced surely……..but smiles none the less…….a round of suttas………

Discussions of the adventure…….more animated and interesting than Douglas Adams could ever dream of writing ……….

“let’s go home”……….

The fight?.......an unwanted incident or a welcome change……..a thin line………

Scott free are they. We move on in life, trying to assure ourselves that this won’t happen again and that we fought a good fight, or at least we tried.

But the system…….it failed, again.