A police story
Every one hates police, because most of them are big time chutiyas esp in India. But an encounter with a police certainly makes for a good story. And in India if you have money then police are not much of a problem, rather a good time pass. This is one of the reason why i like India, if you truly want to understand the power of money, then you have to be in india. I certainly dont have much respect to Law because most of them dont make any sense to me.
So this happened on last sunday, the last time an encounter with police happened was in mt. abu after that it hasnt been much fun. So i, R2 and B were sitting in a ground near B’s house. Its another ground almost at the fringe of city, a place were loverias are common. R1 came back last week but have been keeping busy with work, so didnt call him. But as we sat drinking he called, he asked us to come to his house to drink. I asked him to come to the ground instead as we had already started drinking.
He is a smart guy, so he kept his car outside the ground. Having a vehicle with you is always risky. First its easy to identify you with the number and secondly the first thing the cops do is take your key away, now not only you are caught but your vehicle too. And when they have vehicle as a collateral, you have to cough up more money. And these days the court gives novelty punishments like cleaning the public toilet so nobody wants to end up doing that.
As we sat drinking a bolero turned towards the ground, and we all knew its the police walas. Now these are different category police walas they are called PCR which stands for police control room, they dont act unless there is a complain from the control room. They generally dont stop even if there is a fight going on the road, unless they have an intention of doing a tod pani.
R1 ran, B ran, R2 was about to run, was starting his bike, but i just sat there. who will run from the madarchod police walas, and i cant run that fast, so i just sat there, it would be shameful to run and get caught. Before R2 could start his bike, they caught hold of him. Seeing us being caught B came back, thou he had reached a safe distance. R1 started his car and sped away. What R1 did was good, because having a car will certainly result into bigger tod pani. Now i m not the one who generally talks, so R2 started negotiating with the police walas, he said we are all jobless and dont have money. But he can arrange for a bottle of whiskey, the police walas said they want 3 of it. So we kept B as collateral, and we went to arrange for whiskey. R2 is a gand phaatu and he had agreed to whatever they said. As we went to arrange for the bottles i said, we will give them only one. R1 called and came with his bike, we met and it was finally decided that only a single bottle can be given though they are not even worth of a quarter of a bottle. R2 started chutiyagiri said he had promised 3 bottles so he want to give there bottles, R1 and i both disagreed. Afterall i was the one who has to pay for it at the end of the month when krishna gives the bill for liquor.
So gave them one bottle, R1 and R2 went to give the bottle while i stayed back. R1 gave all the dish about not being able to arrange for 3 bottles. R1 acted as B’s brother thou B is a nepali and R1 a UP wala. As soon as he reached there he started doing his natak, started beating B khali khali acting as his brother, the police had to come and stop him. Then the police walas asked R2’s number he was afraid to give, then they asked R1’s number and he was more than happy to give and took their number as well. He said its my work to maintain relationships. The police wala asked if he were in icici insurance.. he said no but in the same insurance field. Now the police walas are not going to call him and neither are they going to pick his calls. Every one is afraid of Insurance walas and MLM walas.
We had bought an extra bottle for us, and we sat at R1’s house talking and laughing over the comdey that happened. It all reminded me of various encounters in the past with these chutiya police walas, will share them some other time. This is most probably going to be the last police encounter of mine; in this part of India let there be more encounters and more stories in kerala. From what i have heard kerala police are more madarchods, so it will be interesting to know the difference.
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