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9:30 A.M.

Smooth traffic on the Vashi flyover. No-one’s stuck, no-one’s stressed…it’s all good. Then one hits Mankhurd. Inexplicably, there’s a snarl. But since no one else is honking, I wonder if I’m the only one who’s clueless about its origin. Turns out I am. Ahead, there is some sort of a naaka-bandhi happening, so the road has narrowed on account of police barricades. Suddenly, four lanes will need to converge into one lane.

I am supremely irritated. This is just annoying. As I pass, I turn down my window and tell the cop that this kind of shindig is just inconvenient. Four lanes of unsuspecting vehicles are expected to merge into one line…that too, heavy vehicles and all. It’s dangerous! They should do something to warn vehicles about what lies ahead. “Aapko sign lagana chahiye”, I suggest.

The cop grinds something in his palms when he says, “Haan madam, smuggler log ko phone kar ke bhi bata dena chahiye…aage checking hone waala hai.”

I mean…what the…sputter! sputter!

:-D

Comments

Ashish Shakya said…
Haha...Mumbai cops - gotta love em! Come to think of it, smugglers seem like such an old story now, relics really, from a 70s Bollywood film. You don't hear much about them now do you?
Mukta Raut said…
apparently they tend to smuggle stuff during office hours instead of the dead of the night, now. :-D
DewdropDream said…
hahahahaha!!! Agree with Ashish!
skar said…
:)

@folks: Smuggling is rampant. It is just not as celebrated as murders thefts and rapes nowadays.
Pesto Sauce said…
I may be shifting to Mumbai soon.......gives me creeps
Aries said…
Seems like a fairly friendly cop. You aint seen nothin' yet till you see the specimens in Chennai....cops there sport massive twirlable moustaches and are built along generous lines..."eye filling" are the words that pop in your head. If looks could kill, those must be the looks.
Proseaholics said…
Chennai cops pale in comparison to the Bangalore fellas.

These buggers have all of a sudden decided to do their jobs. One guy threatened to book me for offering a bribe.

Madness.
Mukta Raut said…
hey pesto,

why creeps? It's a very good city - one you'll get used to within no time...unless, of course, you are used to living in HUGE houses with 2 cars and stuff. If you have your acco arranged for, it shouldn't be an issue. Just come with an open mind. :-) If you need help with anything, let me know. I'll try.

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