She throws her bag & slams the door.
Besides him she sprawls on the floor.
‘Makeover is what I need”
Declares she though he doesn’t heed
While yanking clothes, yelling ‘Makeover, Makeover’
like a maniac she marches all over.
With hard Rock now blaring,
little black dress is what she wearing.
Black dress is bit clinging
& the Neck is bit plunging.
Wearing hills & stirring hips,
Bold Red is how she paints her lips.
Pleased with the effect desired,
she adjusts the thing obviously wired.
Feeling confidant she pours herself a glass.
And like a pro puffs with a class.
Soon feeling tipsy she blows his way.
Tilting his head he gazes at the empty tray.
It’s his known way of showing displeasure.
So She pleads, slurs & pleads some more.
“Dear I am sho done with Mish. Goody Two shooz,
Sho just once let me be a bimbo & booze”
Finally he relents & gets up from his place,
Then without a word starts licking her face.
Smiling she ruffles his hair.
And whispers in his ear,
“Don’t worry honey. Like this I won’t roam in street.
As you know I am far less courageous for it!”
Hearing this he jumps up and down.
Wagging his tail dances like a clown.
Defeated she now feels sore
“Damn! Even dogs don’t like bitches anymore!”
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PS : All those who had left nice comments for my first poem must be now regretting for encouraging me
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October 6th, 2010Catch Me If U Can! - The End
May 12th, 2010Next day Sucha woke up with anxiety. Today Neil was to be presented in front of the Magistrate. Sucha looked at her watch and called up Manoj. She wanted to be there when Neil was presented in front of the magistrate. Manoj reminded her that technically it won’t be possible as she was no longer representing Neil. Instead he offered to give her a call once they were through with it. She reluctantly agreed. She wanted to tell him that she had gathered some info but he seemed pretty busy. So decided to tell him later on when he called. Sucha anxiously waited for his call. Finally when Manoj called it was 1.00 PM. When his name flashed on her cell she jumped on her cell and answered it.
“What happened? He has been remanded to judicial custody?” she asked nervously.
“Yes.” Manoj said in a low voice.
“What is it Manoj?” Sucha sensed something odd.
“Sucha, Neil escaped.” Manoj blurted.
“What?” Sucha screamed.
“Yes. We were getting him back to custody in a police van. We were just about to reach & a smoke bomb exploded. Everything went haywire and Neil managed to escape. This is so strange.” Manoj said.
“Manoj there is a lot more than it meets the eye.” Sucha then updated him with Vishnu uncle and Mrs. Zala’s connection. She was about to finish her talks when she saw Don’s call on wait. She put Manoj on hold and took Don’s call. She listened and spoke to him briefly. She bid him good bye and switched back to Manoj.
“Manoj, it was Don. He was calling from Lonavala. We have to rush to Lonavala right away.” Sucha told him
“Why?” Manoj asked.
“Don had kept an eye on Vishnu Uncle. As I told you yesterday he was spotted in Lonavala. He seems to own a bungalow there. Mrs. Zala has also landed in Lonavala. She has not reached the bungalow though.” Sucha spoke rapidly.
“Sucha, just because they are there we also have to run to Lonavala?” Manoj asked pointedly.
“No. Not because of that. Don spoke to few people like watchman of the nearing bungalow, maid who does cleaning there, they all confirm the fact that 2 days ago somebody was brought to the bungalow in an unconscious state. And the description of that person is matching with Neil’s. If Neil was in your custody, then how come people saw him in Lonavala and that too in unconscious state?” Sucha asked calmly.
“I am starting right away with 2 more men. I shall pick you up in another 15 min.” Manoj assured Sucha. Sucha called up Don and told him that she was reaching Lonavala in another 2 hours.
Sucha and Manoj reached Lonavala around 3.30 PM. Sucha called Don and he gave them directions to the bungalow. He also told them that Mrs. Zala had come and disappeared in the bungalow. Manoj chuckled when Sucha whispered “bitch!” Sucha was about to retort but didn’t as they were now nearing the bungalow. It was not on the main road. A small approach road led them to the bungalow. They decided to leave the police jeep behind and walk it down. All men were in civil dress so nobody would have come to know that they were police. Don jumped from nowhere and joined them in the middle of the walk. He smiled when he saw startling expression on Manoj’s face. “Join our force man.” Manoj patted on his back and said. “Don’t try to snatch him from me. I pay him well and most importantly I treat him well unlike your department.” Sucha quipped. Manoj made a face and continued to walk. Everybody went silent when the bungalow became visible. Manoj asked Sucha to hide behind one of the compound walls. She protested but finally relented. All four men took out there weapons and went ahead cautiously. With just gesturing at each other they decided the positions. One police officer stopped much behind. Manoj quickly moved and stood next to the door, pinned against the wall. Don disappeared in the bushes in the yard. And finally the fourth man hid his weapon ubder his belt and knocked on the door. For some time nothing happened. He knocked again and waited. Then they all heard somebody saying ‘Are baba ruko. Kholte hai’. The door opened. A short fellow who seemed to be domestic help stood there.
The officer asked him casually “Saab hai?”.
“Nahi. Koi nahi hai gharpe.” He answered rudely and started closing the door. Manoj pushed the door and entered the house. He held his weapon in full glare and showed his id. One look at the gun and the fellow started trembling.
“Sab log kidhar hai?” Manoj asked him calmly. He had so much of authority in his voice that even sans the gun anybody would have obeyed him.
“Sab log upper hai” short fellow pointed towards the stairs.
Manoj gestured him to lead. He shrugged his shoulders and started towards the stairs. Manoj was behind him followed by Don, Sucha and other 2 officers. As they ascended they could hear somebody talking. The stairs led them to a room. They entered the room at once.
“Everybody freeze.” Manoj ordered.
Vishnu uncle turned around & went silent. Mrs. Zala was sitting leisurely on a sofa. Now she sat upright and stared at the guests. Sucha looked at them and smiled. She moved ahead and stopped abruptly. “Oh my god!” she screamed looking at the bed. “What is it?” Manoj asked as he started towards Sucha. Even he went speechless when he saw it.
Two men who looked exactly like Neil were lying on the bed side by side. He went ahead and checked both of them. He tried to wake them up. “We need some medical help here.” Sucha got worried.
“They are perfectly okay. It’s just a mild dose of sedative.” Everybody looked at Mrs. Zala as she said this.
“She must be right. After all she has been trained as a nurse.” Don said this with a smile.
“Vishnu Uncle will you please tell about these 2 Neils?” Sucha asked restlessly. She was staring at both sleeping figures one by one. ‘They look so same… Who is the real Neil…’ she wondered.
“I will not speak a word unless I speak to my lawyer.” Vishnu Uncle spoke firmly.
“Gee… Never heard that” Sucha said sarcastically.
Manoj turned to Don and Sucha “I think I shall take over from here. I am taking these two in custody and arranging medical help for these two. I shall get in touch with you once I make some advances.”
Sucha and Don returned from Lonavala. Manoj kept his word and came to Sucha’s office the next day to update her and Don.
“Manoj just spill out!” Sucha could no longer hide her excitement.
Manoj smiled “First about Neil and his look alike. Neil is fit and fine. But Rishi is a bit critical. They were kept under sedation. Actually they are not look alike but half brothers. Mr. Mahale had another son Rishi, born out of wed lock. Rishi resembled Neil to a great extent. A small difference was taken care by a minor plastic surgery. Rishi’s mother died long back. Mr. Mahale was supporting him through a trust fund. This was known only to Vishnu. He had kind of black mailed Neil’s father and demanded share in the business. When Neil’s father died in a road accident, he swore to get full charge of the business. But Neil proved to be more than capable of handling everything efficiently. Neil was coming in his way from acquiring the business and Mr. Zala was coming in his way from acquiring object of his affection.”
“Yeah. We know Vishnu and Mrs. Zala were lovers in college days. But destiny made them part ways.” Don said.
Manoj nodded and continued “Vishnu and Mrs. Zala met after years when Neil bought this house 6 months back. They acknowledged the fact that they knew each other but hid the fact that they were lovers. Old romance got rekindled in no time. At first they thought that Mrs. Zala would demand divorce from Mr. Zala. But Mr. Zala had mass wealth so letting it go didn’t go down well with Vishnu and Mrs. Zala. So killing him was the only option left before these two greedy love birds. Vishnu came up with a master plan. He decided to murder Mr. Zala and put blame on Neil. He also got in touch with Neil’s half brother and told him the truth about his father. Rishi had this suppressed anger for his unknown father. His mother never revealed who his father was. Vishnu added fuel to this anger by telling that his father was a rich man but never cared to find how Rishi was doing. He told Rishi that he could replace Neil and become owner of this large empire. Rishi was then sent to Neil’s residence and was used to show proximity with Mrs. Zala in elevator. People who witnessed the whole incident thought it was Neil who was romancing Mrs. Zala.”
Manoj stopped to gulp down a glass of water.
“So it was Rishi! And I was grilling Neil for it.” Sucha felt pangs of guilt.
Manoj nodded and continued “Yes. It was Rishi. Vishnu knew the pub where Neil went regularly. He bribed the bar tender and got Neil’s drink spiked. That’s the reason Neil got completely slashed and slept like a dead man when Mr. Zala was being killed. Vishnu had flicked Neil’s gun and given it to Mrs. Zala. Neil had kept it in office drawer and Vishnu had spare keys to each and every cabinet. From Zala’s bedroom the approach road to the society is clearly visible. Mrs. Zala didn’t sleep a wink that night. Around 4.30 AM she heard a little commotion when Neil came drunk. She confirmed that the friend who had come to drop him had left. Then she waited for another half an hour and took the spare keys to Neil’s flat. She went and checked on him. He was sleeping like a baby. She came back took the gun and hid it in her night dress pocket. Then she woke up Mr. Zala and lied to him that she heard some screams from Neil’s flat. She suggested that they should go and check if Neil is fine. Mr. Zala being a helpful man immediately agreed. They rang the bell but got no response. Mrs. Zala had cleverly switched off the door bell. So they took the spare keys and opened the door. Mrs. Zala closed the door. She waited till Mr. Zala turned his back. And then she fried the gun from behind. The gun was on silencer. She then threw the gun over the water tank in bathroom and left.”
“But her fingerprints were not there on the gun!” Sucha exclaimed.
“I knew you would ask this like a true lawyer! She had worn gloves while going to bed the previous night saying she was feeling cold.” Manoj said with a smile. “The only thing that was not planned was Neil’s feat with Mr. Zala in the AGM last week. That was a big bonus for Vishnu. It actually strengthened his plot.”
“What a plot!” Sucha shook her head.
Manoj continued “Vishnu never expected Sucha to get involved in all this. He had purposely gone on a foreign trip and planned to come the same morning and release Neil on bail and then replace him with Rishi. But Sucha protected Neil like a mother hen and made things difficult for Vishnu.”
“But why did Neil disappear from my office?” Sucha looked confused.
“He didn’t disappear, Sucha. He had gone to your office loo when you were speaking to me. You never checked where he had gone and left at once. And then your cell was switched off when he tried it. So he walked out of your office. He had decided to go to your place but Vishnu had sent men on his trail who abducted him in between. At this juncture Rishi entered the scene, gave confession, got himself presented in front of the magistrate and escaped. After Rishi escaped, Vishnu had planned to kill Neil by poisoning him. Then he had planned to throw Neil’s body somewhere and show as if he committed suicide. Vishnu had asked Rishi to go under knife again, appear with different looks so that he could be declared as Neil’s half brother. He could then be owner of the entire empire. Of course Vishnu had fooled Rishi by these false promises. He had in-fact planned to kill both of them. He just wanted to use Rishi.”
“Sucha, this has to be the first case in your 4 years of practice that never reached the courtroom and got solved!” Don exclaimed.
“Yes true! And credit goes to you and Manoj. You gathered info in a quiet short time and. Manoj had faith in me.” Sucha smiled at them.
“But Sucha it was your instinct that pushed us in right direction.” Manoj said decisively.
“You are absolutely right!” Don seconded Manoj.
“Hmm… So now Vishnu uncle and Mrs. Zala will be charged with murder. Poor Neil so much he went through. Now he must be feeling shattered after knowing about his half brother.” Sucha said.
“I spoke to Neil before coming here. At first he had mixed feelings. He was angry at his father for this. But then he mellowed down when he saw Rishi. He said ‘it is actually pacifying to know that he still has somebody whom he can call his family’. And Sucha I think this is such a matured way of looking at things. Hats off to that fellow!” Manoj was full of praises.
“He is quiet balanced you know.” Sucha said in a soft voice.
Then Manoj took Sucha and Don to meet Neil in a private hospital. He was all fine but felt a bit drowsy. “The sedative will take some more time to wear off” Doctor Priya who was treating him and Rishi told them.
“Oh so you are Sucha!” Priya smiled at Sucha.
“You know me?” Sucha asked her puzzled.
“Neil has uttered your name for so many times in his daze that I was actually looking forward to meet you.” Doctor Priya giggled as she said this.
“I hope I havn’t said much” Neil was looking jejunely concerned.
“So there is in fact more on your mind!” Manoj winked at him and said.
“Yes… Nooo… Err… I mean.. I just was wondering…” Neil stammered and looked at Sucha who was blushing profusely.
They all laughed when Manoj turned to Don and said “Don, now you better start investigating this case.”
The End.
I have altered it as rightly pointed out by Ben. Hope there are no more technical mistakes. Otherwise some lawyer will get irritated and sue me for ignorance of law
- Prutha.
Lessons from the Past
August 14th, 2009My relationship with my mother so far has become my current cause of concern. Not that things are not fine between us. We do have our occasional arguments but nothing major.
However, there are certain things done by mom which I would avoid doing with my daughter. I am not saying that she was not a good mom. She was/is/will be the most caring mom. But then few memories still haunt me and make me sad. I call these memories as lessons from the past…
The other day my 1.5 years old daughter was throwing a tantrum. Otherwise I try to deal with all her tantrums with a calm head but this was thrown at a very bad time. That day I had woken up with a very bad headache. It was a Monday morning So I also had my Monday Blues. And add to it I had 2 back to back meetings to attend at work. In short I was ready to explode. So when my daughter started acting up I was tempted to smack her bottom and take out my frustration on her.
But then memories came rushing to me. I really don?t know how I have managed to remember this incident coz when it happened I must have been barely 3 years old. But even after so many years I remember it clearly.
It was a holiday and we had guests coming for lunch. Both my parents had got up early and were busy doing chores like cleaning, cooking & tiding up the house. Since my mother was working, everyday she could not clean the whole house. So that day there was a lot to do. And when they both were barely finished with everything, guests arrived. The Uncle settled in hall room and Aunty came to kitchen with my mom. After some initial talk Aunty declared that she had to go to the toilet. My mother asked my elder sister to show Aunty way to toilet.
Just when Aunty was gone my mom panicked and blurted out that she had forgotten to clean toilet and she hoped that atleast papa had remembered to clean it. She looked so worried that I wanted to help her. My little brain started looking for a solution and it soon came up with a bright idea.
Without telling anything to mom I ran to hall room where papa was chitchatting with Uncle and asked him in a very clear voice whether he had cleaned toilet in morning. He was speechless for some time. This made me repeat the question in an even louder voice. Finally he smiled and said “No beta I have not.”
“Oh! You should have Papa. Because even mom has not cleaned it and now Aunty has gone to toilet.” I cried.
With a sulking face I returned to kitchen and announced my piece of info to mom and oblivious to my sin I reached for my usual spot in kitchen, the corner of dining table and climbed on it. Aunty had still not returned from toilet. With clenched teeth mom asked me why I did what I did. I didn’t know what to say.
And then we heard Uncle laughing out loudly and saying, “Yeah yeah I can understand. With your wife working you have to do atleast some chores. Thankfully my wife is not working!” And some more laughter followed. With that mom turned to me. She was now fuming with rage. I was still sitting there munching on something. And all of a sudden she picked up a pretty warm vessel from kitchen platform and put it on my thigh. The vessel was not that hot so it didn’t burn me. I got a very mild ‘chatka’. But my eyes filled up with water. I didn’t understand what wrong I had done that mom wanted to burn me with hot vessel.
I don’t remember what I did after that or how mom behaved after that. She must have taken me in her arms but I have forgotten that part. The only memory left with me is so bitter that whenever I happen to stumble on it, I feel rush of the same emotions I felt way back.
Over the years I have learnt to see the humorous side of the whole incident. I have also reasoned it out by thinking abut my mother’s plight at that very moment. She must have looked so stupid in front of the guests for making her husband clean toilets. Those were the days when men took pride in not helping their wives with household work.
Inspite of all this reasoning, the initial emotion that rushes to me is of hurt and pain…
So when I was all set to smack my daughter’s bottom I remembered this incident and felt guilty for wanting to hit my baby.
After all I would never want to give her a memory like this one….
I have read this somewhere ‘Parents who hit their children are the one who have run out of ideas’
It’s so damn true. Isn’t it?