Just when I was pretty convinced that a dear friend of mine has completely been denied a sense of humour by the Almighty, He proves my sense of judgment completely wrong.
It's 3 in the night, we are stopped at a check-point and the cop asks my friend for his license. And voila, out he pops a "challan" that has not been settled since 20 days...
Like a hound that has smelled blood, the cop starts digging for the papers, the insurance, the 'palushan' certificate - the works. Everything is presented, everything. But a cop is a cop - always on a mission. Was it Papu's new bicycle or a saree for his 'darling' can't be surely established, but the briefing for the mission was certainly there. So he asks my friend for a 'chhota mota settlement'...
The dear friend starts a hand-shake with 'Kya sir, aapke bache jaise hain sir' with the cop & suddenly quips 'Yaar sir ke saath ek photo toh liyo yaar!'
We are declared 'not guilty' and 'released'...
Welcome to Delhi, where everyone's evil!
It's 3 in the night, we are stopped at a check-point and the cop asks my friend for his license. And voila, out he pops a "challan" that has not been settled since 20 days...
Like a hound that has smelled blood, the cop starts digging for the papers, the insurance, the 'palushan' certificate - the works. Everything is presented, everything. But a cop is a cop - always on a mission. Was it Papu's new bicycle or a saree for his 'darling' can't be surely established, but the briefing for the mission was certainly there. So he asks my friend for a 'chhota mota settlement'...
The dear friend starts a hand-shake with 'Kya sir, aapke bache jaise hain sir' with the cop & suddenly quips 'Yaar sir ke saath ek photo toh liyo yaar!'
We are declared 'not guilty' and 'released'...
Welcome to Delhi, where everyone's evil!
