Full Circle.

20 Aug

“Zara Hatke, Zara Bachke , Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan”

 

The song blared through the speakers of the auto rickshaw seeming like the singer had gotten a sore throat since ages singing the same song over and over again. It was like a warning to everyone daring to come in the way of this guy and his three wheeler which he mistook as a private jet of his. At least the people sitting in it thought so; looking at the merciless way he drove it.

 

The inside of the vehicle was as interesting as a night club; with the only thing lacking was a shiny disco ball. There were warnings and posters of every sort placed at whatever space a normal person would care to look at.

 

“NO SMOKING”, sprawled right across the ceiling, although he failed to explain why that particular place. Maybe he just added that as an afterthought.

 

“HUM DO HUMARA EK”, was the next prominent one written on the back side of the driver’s seat.

Next came some of the weirdest looking pictures of Sharukh, Salman, Aishwarya and the ever so forgotten Divya Bharati. Maybe it was to emphasize on the fact that the auto was very old.

 

But Ramu took his job as seriously as any white collared big shot in an Audi A4. According to him he had one of the most important jobs in all of Mumbai. He knew that Mumbai would not be threatened by a bomb as much as it would by an auto rickshaw strike.

 

He drove his auto from morning to evening going places, always keeping in mind that he had four mouths to feed at home and he could only do so by keeping two jobs, one the auto and the other one was a night job nobody knew about. It would go with him to the grave he thought, but he could only die peacefully after making sure he had left enough money for getting his children educated and married.

 

Today was the day all his problems could come to an end. If the deal went smoothly he would get at least half the amount he had calculated to live a comfortable life. He had waited for this day since he could care to remember.

 

Rafiq Bhai had given him special orders to be extra careful while doing the job tonight.

He knew that the job he had been doing for a year now was only a small part of a vast network; and within a year he had almost come to know every link and piece possible.

Although he portrayed the image of being ignorant to all the activities and being just a dumb auto rickshaw driver who needed the extra cash, he had been following every member of this network without their knowledge and had been able to know the in’s and out’s of the whole system.

 

His parcel was supposed to arrive at 11.30pm with two of his acquaintances, meaning it was something very huge, and he had guessed exactly what it was.

 

It was 11.35pm and he was getting anxious now, when he saw the blinding lights of the familiar white Maruti Omni. Two people got down with haste and he saw Rafiq Bhai sitting in the front seat smoking a beedi and giving fast instructions to the two men in hushed tones to make it quick.

 

The men hurriedly put the heavy sack in the passenger seat of his auto and told him to scramble promising him huge amounts of money if the deal went through.

 

He started his rickshaw knowing that it was a human being in that sack, and immediately felt a pang of guilt about the sins he had committed in the past year. But it was all coming to an end and for good.

 

He took his auto to a deserted road he knew very well and started undoing the strings on the mouth of the sack. What he saw sucked out all the air from his lungs. There lying unconscious with the most pallid looking face lied his eldest son. He was shocked to the core. God was punishing him for his sins but why his son? Why?

 

Why had his son fallen into all this?? No no he had also been fooled like all the others with the promise of lots of money, but little did he know that he would wake up tomorrow in a godforsaken hospital with one of his kidneys missing.

 

No he would never let that happen to his family, not as long as he was alive. He immediately took a U turn and started on the shortest route to the nearest police station.

 

“Calm down, breath easy”, he said to himself. That’s when he heard the siren waling through the humid silent night, like a howling wolf. “Oh! Good he thought he would not have to drive all the way to the police station.

He stopped his auto just in front of the jeep, and got down saying multiple things at a time, and then he sensed that something was not right.

 

They were getting down with revolvers in their hands shouting orders. “Put your hands behind your head”, “You are under arrest”

 

“But this is a mistake, I was just coming to the police station that’s my son in the auto, they kidnapped him, I know everything about their network, you have to believe me”

 

But they weren’t listening at all. “Get in the jeep you scoundrel. Kidnapping your own son, aren’t you ashamed?”

 

 

EPILOGUE:

 

Rafiq: “I have taken care of that idiot Ramu, Aslam Bhai”

 

Aslam: “Good job Rafiq, he was behaving extra smart, he thought he could do our job and tip off the police, what a stupid idea” (Laughing)

 

 Rafiq:  “Ha ha ha….. He thought we were scared of the police………”

 

Aslam: “Oh! Ho look who’s here…. (Smiling) Welcome Inspector Shinde…. Bajrang Saab ke liye chai lao”

 

 

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2 Responses to “Full Circle.”

  1. Abhisek August 20, 2008 at 7:18 pm #

    Good one. Will b great 4 techmate.
    Good flow and tightly coupled.

  2. Chinmay Dharwadkar August 23, 2008 at 10:47 am #

    rounded and grounded!! superb one!!

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