'Party with the Cops'

Cops...the police...mamu...tullus..no matter how you term them, they can be associated with two things.. protection and corruption.Though after the Mumbai disaster, majority of us have realised that to protect is their job but the latter is what they have been more famous for.

Ask any college student and they will have tons to tell about their endless experiences with the cops.But only a few of them get etched in the head.And here is one of them...

December 2007, the Christmas spirit in the air.This is when I and all my school friends come back to Delhi from our various colleges spread all over the world.Anyways we decided to have a re-union. My apartment in Gurgaon was the perfect place.



The date and the time were decided. The things to be bought(liquor,snacks,smokes,etc,etc)were listed. I made the calls and informed everyone in town.The bash was on.

D day...

Almost everyone I had invited reached my place.Then the usual hugs and Amit's PJs(which no one laughed to),Kitten's(Arpan) sex stories, etc etc started. We were back in school.The music was played. Then the beer bottles opened...Blenders Pride poured.Cheers to a long and successful life.

It was 9 at night and empty glasses kept on being filled...Amit was still busy with his PJs(but this time everyone laughed)and most of us were slowly being transformed from normal, active human beings to slow paced cows.Photographs were taken and the empty glasses filled yet again.This went on till 2 in the morning.Few of the cows were still wandering all over the flat in search for more whiskey and few of them were just still...really still, standing in one place and staring at the walls.Anyways,when the last drop of alcohol was finished,some smart ass(too drunk to remember who) asked...

Smart ass:" Guys what about food?"

And not that we were particularly hungry but the heavy intoxication was playing on us and the very mention of the word food made all of us believe that we were famished. It was 2:30 in the morning and all of us( except the still cows) were on our way to 'Zaika Dhaba'.



We somehow reached Zaika without injuring anyone.(Btw ppl please don't drink and drive). The food was ordered and the hungry cows were unleashed.Mid way into the meal, a tall, well-built person, wearing a black jacket walked to our table.
I noticed his khaki pants and knew exactly who the gentleman was...yes.. you guessed it... the cops were in the house.

Cop:"Aur bhaiyo, kay haal chaal?"
(Hello brothers, how are things?)

I tried all the sign language that I knew to communicate to Amit the identity of the dangerous man but the fool was so engrossed in his butter chicken, that he didn't even turn his head around to notice the cop and completely ignored me and made the biggest boo boo.

Amit to the Cop:" Kuch nahi boss...woh jo 7 roti mangai thi, woh bhej de na."
( Nothing boss, just send the 7 chapatis that we had ordered)

I almost pissed in my pants.

Cop to Amit:" Bawri tu pehley roti kha ley phir thaney chal"
(Brother you eat the chapatis first and then come with me to the police station)

Amit turned around immediately...his mouth wide open, almost falling into a coma. The cop went outside the dhaba. All of us stared at each other, too shocked to say another word.Then we looked at the food on our table ...looked up again and then again looked down. We attacked the food , trying to grab whatever we could because possible our next meal would be at the Gurgaon police station.



Part 2...to be continued...