the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (ix)- Superintendent of Police

Mr. Aniket got down from the car to have a look at the man, who had lost his senses. He was lying on the road in Robert Ludlum’s favorite position (the Vinci pose). Unfortunately for Aniket the accident happened in front of the judicial complex of Tis Hazari. SP of the region was coming out of the building and he witnessed it. I am sure Aniket’s trousers needed laundry after this.

The rickshaw puller was taken to the hospital. The babe was still in the car behaving as if petrified by the glance of the Silver Basilisk, and Mr. Aniket wished he had never applied for a driving license. He was taken to the local police station on the order of the SP where a case would be registered when the rickshaw puller came back to his senses. The babe was set free; on account of some law disallowing a woman to be arrested unless a woman constable arrests her. Poor Aniket swore to undergo a sex operation with his next pay. Discrimination!



The babe after reaching home started making frantic calls to all the employees of the company; and the moment she called me it was night 9 ‘o clock. Oblivious to all the happenings I was drinking Vodka with the SP himself.

The SP is an alumnus of NIT Hamirpur, my Alma mater. In my final year when I was the Training and Placement Representative, I had got in touch with him. He had happily given me the contacts of some 20 of his friends at respected positions in good companies. Moreover, it never hurts to be in touch with people who can pop you in and out of lock ups.

My contact with the SP worked. Mr. Aniket returned back home at 2 a. m. in the morning. He had to bribe the rickshaw puller with a compensation to keep his mouth shut. So ever since that incident I never had problems with leaving early, arriving late or at times non- arrival. All were taken care of!