Amit Tomar: Hello

Insp. Sanjay Tiwari: Hello, This is Inspector Tiwari this side.

Amit Tomar: Tiwari, Saale kutte … Do you know it was my brother there in there in that Scorpio !!..Harami..

Insp. Sanjay Tiwari: Sirjee, I just came to know. I wasn’t there. In fact I wasn’t aware about police gherabandi also I am sorry for Pankaj.. It seems Pankaj had taken out his pistol when he was stopped by the police.

Amit Tomar: Take a name Tiwari, whos behind all this? Who is responsible for my brother’s death?

Insp. Sanjay Tiwari: With CM Scorpio involved in this, everything’s very hush-hush. Ministry itself has called multiple times since morning. Danda kar rakha hai sir unhone . With the extensive press coverage of the matter, everything has become top classified to reach at my level. What I know is that CM’s son has denied of any involvement of his car in any murder. And yesterday only his car was stolen from him. He had told his security-guards about the same, and to report the theft to the police. And that never happened.

Amit Tomar: What did the security guards say? What is their statement?

Insp. Sanjay Tiwari: Tomar saab, all of them have been replaced is what I know.

Amit Tomar: And how is this double murder of TV Journalist Vandana Patil and IT Executive Sukanya Awasthi related to each other?

Insp. Sanjay Tiwari: Sirjee, Vandana was found dead in her car in a posh area of South Delhi around 3.30 a.m. more than 6 months back. Somebody shot her while she was returning back home in night and this lady Sukanya was walking towards her home in the early hours of morning after being dropped by a cab of her employer at the gates of her apartment complex. She was spotted by some criminals, who kidnapped, robbed and later killed her. Her body was found in Surajkund areas of adjoining Faridabad. This murder happened more than a week ago. According to police Pankaj and his friends had used the Sukanya Credit card. Police did come to know about Pankaj. And when they saw him and his friends, they tried to arrest the gang. And Pankaj opened fire at the police; on retaliation police killed them all.

Insp. Sanjay Tiwari: Police and CM’s men are looking for you, claiming that everything including that Faridabad murder is done by your gang as part of the opposition’s strategy to malign their image…so you please t….

Amit Tomar: Hahahahaha… I anticipated that … don’t worry Tiwari. I will get to the bottom of this.

Hangs-up!

With the son of Chief Minister involved in all this, I have asked my gang members to go underground. It is my fight and I will fight it alone. How come Pankaj is involved in the Engineer murder? He never told me, about this. I don’t believe he had done this. If he ever needed money, he should have asked me, I have plenty. I swear I will never rest in peace, till I put to death the people behind the murder of my brother. As the elections are near, it could be a part of a bigger conspiracy. Maybe they were after me; after all I was driving the Scorpio all the time. It was only at medical when I exchanged the Safari. Pankaj, who had called some of his friends, now wanted to drive Scorpio. I should call Ramkishan Gujjar, our local netaji.

“Rabindar, Uth beta”, Maa is calling me. I have just woken up, its 11 in the morning, I don’t know how I have reached home, may be one of my uncles got me here. TV was on, I changed it to the news channel, there was some pretty reporter telling about the increase in crime in Gurgaon and Faridabad, I laughed to myself that with the elections near what do they expect. Suddenly she points to the same Scorpio which I had stolen yesterday night. I could recognize the number plate. It had all the mirrors shattered, with the bullet marks strewn across. Reporter is telling that the same Scorpio was used in the murder of lady IT engineer on Faridabad road recently. With the encounter of the goons traveling in the Scorpio, police is claiming to solve the double murder mystery of IT Executive and TV journalist. I suddenly remember those faces who had put a pistol on my head. I am numb. I don’t have any feeling.

One of the two, who were responsible for my pitiful state was dead. Tall, Thin, Big eyes with Horse Shoe mustache was still at large. Later that day, with more news pouring from different-different news reporter, it was confirmed, that the leader of the slain group was Amit Tomar. Who is still alive. My eyes brows got tensed. Blood rushed into my eyes. In my fit, i don’t even remember, when i broke my finger bones.

Other news, which took my attention off the Tomar was a small news clip of Manish Hooda. Desi, who just returned from Amrica, was stopped yesterday in Gymkhana Gurgaon. One unknown person, on a gunpoint stripped him off the belongings and his Scorpio. He made it to the news, not because he was the owner of the encountered Scorpio, but because he is the youngest son of Haryana Chief minister. He failed to testify that Raj and his gang abducted the Scorpio. But did recognized the “Katta” used in the encounter. There are news of a larger gang involvement in the case. The case is not yet solved.

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This was not the first time i cried. Last time i cried, it was two years back. I was in love with Savita. I usually felt flat, when i used to see her twin Pony and her Rakhi Savant like attitude. She was the heartthrob of all the villagers. She even walked like her. No matter how much courage i could muster to talk to her, i mean the mirror (assuming she was on the other side of it). I was never able to come within a 10 metre radius of her aura. It was one of those days, when a gang of rowdies from our own village, enacted the Mika sequel on her. But this sequel was a bit different, there was not one Mika but a bunch of them. They staged the sequence right behind my house, in my own balcony. How can i forget that night. My real cousin was one of the Mika’s. I came out with my only ammunition, my hockey stick. And threatened them. That was the first time i experienced a Commando feeling. It lasted few seconds only. Two slaps and i was forced to put my hands under my legs, in a typical ‘Muga’ pose. All of them kissed her, one by one. I felt pain and humiliation. Later that night, like a coward i killed all six of them. Savita turned into a lunatic. Yesterday night, she merely enjoyed each and every kiss. But was in love with my cousin. When he died, part of her also died. And i cried.

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I have an average built. A very local person. Get real pleasure in local abuses and local wanderings. Unlike the rest of the clan, which were much stronger then me, I used to be a bit short on confidence. Belongs to a clan, where the conversation itself means a small fight. And in the real fight, i was the one most thrashed about. But that was past. Off late, i have found a new friend. Who doesn’t listen, never get overpowered. And Kills when ever triggered. It is my local Desi “Katta”. Now i am the master of my own self. Now, No one can dare treat me like an apartheid. Unlike ‘Munna Bhai’ non violence, i believe in total vi0lence.

In my urge to satisfy the craving, i slowed down. Saw a Black Safari few meters away. Thought of borrowing some light. Came near to them. I called for one of the guys for a match. For a second they whispered among them-self. Then both of them came near to me. In new founded ‘Very Rude’ voice i commanded a match box. One of them reached to his pocket. Took out a match box, and handed over to me, from the window. Another one reached over his pocket and pointed the Pistol on my head. I started sweating, with the velocity similar to the drizzle outside. Forced to come out of the hijacked ‘Scorpio’. I talked to death, all the names i can recall in few months of my short carrier. From all the local political leaders to the local goons. And in doing so i tried to bring out my local ‘Katta’. though it was of no match to their Pistol. never the less, i wanted to fight back. I had my big confidence to defend. The duo, who by all dimension were far superior to me, got me on the knees. Took my ‘Katta’, and laughed, liked my clan heavy weight champions, when they used to squirm me up. The anger and the frustration got the worst out of me. In my last fit to defend my self respect, i slapped one of them.

They took the Car, took all my money. They never killed me. They might have thought it will disgrace thier own reputation. Night 2.00 AM, all alone on NH-8, felt some chillness. They took away all my clothes. Spared not even my socks.

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I was lying on the hard mud near the garden. Have not eaten much today. Morning was terrible, all morning I was hiding away from the Kids. I just don’t appreciate the festival, where they keep throwing colours and water on each other. It is fine if they are doing on their friends, but when the act extends to the unknown, it is terrible.

“Gloria, Gloria”, Oh! Some one calling me, it is Mrs Kohli. She made some aloo parathas in the evening. If I am lucky I might get something to eat, maybe half or a full paratha. With my tail swinging in a speed more than I can even run, I was at her doorsteps. With ¾ of my tongue outside and saliva dripping at the rate of municipal water tap, I looked at her with hungry eyes. She unfolded the napkin in her hand, and out came the rice and bread. Immediately my tongue went in and tail at an erect position, I remember the rice she made three days ago. After putting the meal (my dinner) down, she never went in. she wanted to make sure that I eat all of it. Man I am not her daughter, I am a stray bitch. I have my own self respect. And lot of meals to choose from, there is Mrs Naidu who treats me with dosas, Mrs Singh who gives me Roti and subzi. I am not having any of this, not at any cost. “Gloria eat”, she came down on me. Meek and a shy canine, immediately I went on my knees and started pretending as if I am eating. I did sniff through the food and did bite a piece. Content that I will eat it all, she closed her door and went in. Aha, what an escape! I went back to my den, hoping Anees from the neighbour slums might come late in the night to finish it off.

Anees is also a stray dog, but unlike me he is very brave and gruesome. I sometimes envy him; he can go anywhere and anytime. He is not bothered about the territory we canines have. He did try hard on me. But I just don’t like the way he keep himself, he is not literate and he doesn’t even understand what hygiene means. I like to live lonely. While Anees lives in a group. A group headed by his brother Daewoo. He also has a name for the group the D Gang. Maybe a Dog Gang! They operate in the dark or in the shadows. I don’t trust these characters, especially Chota also known as Shakeel. I heard he is very brutal and has very sharp teeth’s. “EEEeee” the very thought of him sent shivers to me. They all are bloodthirsty ferocious evils who live on snatching rather than pleading. Not many people like them. And no one want’s them near. Last I heard was, the D-gang had started preying on human kids. It was also there on the rumor table, that they are operating like a cosa nostra and they have a strong link with nearby state. Amazing! Isn’t it, dogs having such a strong networks when ideally they should be linked to a collar strap. I think it is this new technology, the one on which they keep woofing around. It looks similar to the one Rani uses. Rani is the daughter of Mrs Tomar. All the time she is talking to this device. Sometimes it really bothers me.

Today afternoon, it was on the local news that some stray dogs have attacked a 3 year old kid. I am sure it must be the D-gang. It is because of these sinister elements, that the whole community have to bear. I am sure from tomorrow onwards it would be very difficult for me to get three meals a day. Lost in my thoughts i failed to notice the D-gang, who was running with all it’s might. Suddenly the whole street got flooded by the big halogens. Out of the corner of my drooping eyes, I saw some 10-12 young men were there on the street. All armed with iron rods and hockey sticks. Their eyes were searching for someone. A small smile came to my face. I knew that end of D-group is near. As if I couldn’t able to contain myself, I ran towards them to lead them to the D-gang. As I approached them, I could see the anger in their eyes, the fire in them as if they need blood. They were looking no different from the D-Gang. I changed my mind and turned back. “Who Rha Kutta” (there is the Dog); I heard one of them shouting. Unaware, I kept on walking towards my den. In no time there were people all around me. One of them shouted;” He is the one, Kill him!” this angered me to the hilt. I just wanted to shout back to them.” listen I am not a dog, I am a bitch”. But it was late, a sudden blow on my back, sent me flat on the ground. “He is not the one, I think he is a pet here in the street” one of them shouted. I could feel the blow on my back, couldn’t gather enough strength to stand. I was flat on the ground, head down, totally in pain, I was begging. I never wanted to run. I was innocent. “All of them are slime, we will kill all of them, spare no one” said one. I could feel my tail, touching my crouch. There were tears in my eyes. I don’t want to die. I love you people. I have done no harm to you. If only I could talk to them.

Hunt For Man Eater Dogs.

By the time he came back, I was eight month old in the womb. Can hear most of the conversations and could very well remember my last birth incidents. Yes I was reincarnated as a child to Amma and Abba. I was a friend to Abba in my last birth. I was also one of the thousands who got influenced by the Jihadi talks of the Baitullah Mehsud. The bastard, it seems had no knowledge of the Islam. Like a HR manager he lured us into the suicide, without giving us a clear picture of the industry, the corruption and the motives behind the organization. I end up killing 100 Americans few Afghanis’s and couple of Indian reporters. I still remember the day, when Americans surrounded us, and when we went through the royal treatment of British and Americans. They took us to a small place in Cuba. The bay was called Guantanamo Bay detention camp. And we were the special ones whom they also took to a special interrogation centres. The thought of the centre sent shudders to me and I start kicking Amma. Amma on realising I am bit impatient slapped hard on her uterus. I went to sleep.

Early next morning (March 2, 2009). I woke up, and fresh like yet to be born baby. Abba was talking about going to India, it seem he got his first posting. And that also mean I will not be able to see him, once I come out. All of a sudden it seems there was a lot of chaos outside. I can make out the sound of Shells. Some fighter planes were hovering in the sky. And they were busy bombarding the locality. Allah this is not heaven, neither had I got all those virgins, nor did I have all those promises meant for Jihadi’s. Where art thou!!

Suspected US missile attack kills 8 in Pakistan

Reuters

Do you remember the latest Horror Hindi flick you saw? Was it Darling!! I hope not so. And I am calling it a horror. Okie!! My mistake. Or was it 1920, yes that was more like a horror movie, especially that pussy eating scene by the heroine. And the one in which she was lying all twisted. Perhaps might have taken some yogic training from our century old Baba RAM DEV. no he is not some brother of Dev brothers.

Who “DEV Brothers”?

Chill guys. Dev Brothers are the extras in Indian cinema, who are like one of the 100 dancing bells and whistles, who flock around the heroine in a sexy gyrating song.

I a humble creature is trying to protest in loudest of my voice. “WHERE ARE THE RAMSAY BROTHERS”? We Indian have totally forgotten the real essence of an Indian horror flicks. And we have stooped so low and debased our self, that we take pleasure in watching a pussy eating scene. By God say, i mean by RAMSAY, where are the real Indian Horror. Have you guys forgotten “Sannata”, “Purana Mandir”, Veerana” and the countless flicks made by the brothers. Oh so sorry, it’s not the brothers alone now a days, it’s the whole Khandaan (Read extended family).

Have you guys forgotten all those bathing scene by our C grade heroines. Which, not only the Hero of the film the whole crew members along with the audience of the films used to lust upon.

Scene-1. The carpenter is the guy to look for. Every movie there was a bathroom, a bathroom door with a hole. Though not really a hole, but it used to be a big crack, big enough for our Ghostly villain to get in. And the libido rising scene starts, the rubbing of soap on the milky thunderous thighs. Lying in the bathtub and washing of the armpits. RAM, it’s like a few decade old movie. But the scenes are so fresh in memory. That’s what I call a lasting impression. RGV should learn from the brothers.

Scene -2. A Tall (some where around 8 Ft), Dark handsome Satan enters. He is HUGE, “No I have not seen him in the Full Monty”. Yes he is huge and huge with a straight face, with two teeth slightly coming out. Can you imagine what he is after? NO Not “BLOOD”, that must be the last thing in his mind. He is after our sweet damsel and would prefer a “VIRGIN”, if one is around.

Oh I just love the way he walks, just like our Giant Robot (remember giant robot serials). The way he looks, even Ranjit will run and look for water. With those Lecherous looks around, he not hurting any one but looking for a partner. Okie Dude those days FACEBOOK and ORKUT were not there. And the sexy dating site! if around would have really changed the script.

But what wrong with this “SATAN”? Nothing! Imagine an Eight feet guy, living in a haunted house for past 100 years. Living without any SEX! What will he look for? He might have tried a decent way also, like “would you like to go out with me, on a dinner or something”. But who would have given heed to him. Looking at his size, I really doubt if there would have been some one of his size in 100 nearby villages.

Scene-3. Some sick villagers and our HERO have got the best of our Satan. They have surrounded our villain. And one by one everyone is trying to show an X to him. And as if the Satan has run out of luck. He is cursing, “Why the fuck I watched all those English horror flicks” The Scenes where Satan gets really weak in knees, at the slightest impression of X. One by one all those scenes of “GHOST BUSTERS”, “EVIL DEAD” and “EXORCEST” starts flashing in front of him. In no time the Satan is on the knees, begging for mercy. The next he saw himself tied to a big Banyan tree. With fire around him and no place to run, he closes his eyes, curses the villagers and the hero, looks at RAMSAY and silently protests “Give me a rape scene next time”.

“Boarding for the flight to Mumbai has started, please board the plane”, i somehow got startled by the announcement. Last night liquor was still walking with me. i opened my eyes to see a huge man, with half beard, poking his head into me. It seem he was shouting right into my guts. With lots of guts and some support and some energy i managed to pull myself from the dingy chair. Like a dragged mule i carried my self to the plane. Only to find myself sitting next to half bearded pole. Not again.

“Hmm, tumhara naam kya hain”,  hain…and he kept repeating it like a kiwi bird, who it seem is trained to mimic. it seem the aromatic waves coming out of my mouth was nauseating for this guy. For he changed his monologue to “Daru Peene se liver kharab ho jata hian”. Less out of frustration and more out of lack of sleep i finally opened my mouth. “Mere Baap Maaf karde”. Instantly like NaCl and AgNO3 reaction when mixed, he changed his dialogue to “Rishtey main to hum tumhare baap lagte hian, HAIN…. Naam hain Shenshah”. i was now in a state to jump from the plane. But thanks to the engineers, couldn’t open the doors. and fuck those designers who designed those closed windows. As a last retreat i lighted my cigratte right on my economy seat. And said those magic words to this half bearded six plus feet guy. “If you don’t stop now, I will BLOW THE ASH”.

If not for devil, i wouldn’t be writing a blog from a distant STAR. Yes i wished. And yes i wished to be a STAR. Not a star in sky, but a bollywood star.

I started thinking, How my day went today. It’s now 3 weeks, i still don’t have a work. But losing a job is not my concern. I have shifted all my team members to another sister concern. I am only available IT resource in my company. I will have work in few days. Whole day in office go by, and i do nothing then blog. Midst these thought i look at my watch. It is 10.30 PM now. the traffic Jam is still there but moving. i have traveled 200 meters in past 1 and half hours.

It is 12.00 Am now. i am driving free now. It is time to sleep. I can go home and sleep. Good Night.