A lot like Justice

There was this one time I was on the back of a scooter with a friend, headed towards a pizza place, because the mess food sucks you know. Anyways, the scooter was not ours, we didn’t have its papers, also no license. We also didn’t have helmets. But said friend being a good driver I have sat behind on a couple of other occasions, I had no hesistation whatseover. What ever little doubts I might have had disappeared in the hunger that I was feeling.

When we were almost at the place, there was a little jam building up that we got caught up in. I was deep lost in thoughts, even whose fragrance I have forgotten by now.

Suddenly, I felt my arm being grabbed and regained consciousness of the world around me. Who has grabbed me and why? I look to the side, there is a policeman holding a huge fucking stick in his hand (though hopefully not a stick employed for so noble a purpose, that would be just too wrong). Gaadi rokiye, kinare kariye. And stuff like that he shouted.

So I tell my friend, haan kinaare karo. I think there might be some misunderstanding that can be cleared easily. My wildest thought being that since we both have not shaved for sometime, maybe he thinks that we are terrorists, or something such. I thought, such slander is easily disproved, I am a bona-fide student of IIT Kanpur and people, especially with kids in medium/high school as the policeman appeared to be, often get softer when they come to know that you are a student of IIT Kanpur.

My friend instead of slowing down, sped up. I felt the policeman tighten his grasp on me. I feared he would hit me with his stick. I being in no mood for more pain. For feeling physical pain is so messed up. It hurts differently and I have no desire, either to feel it or endure it. I remember some poor sod who died when the British police started a lathicharge ( literally charging with lathis, I had always wondered what it meant, now I suddenly realise. I feeling like lol’ing all over the floor). I don’t really want to die either. I mean except one of those stopped breathing type of deaths, where one doesn’t really have much control over what will happen. It just happens.
However, a death involving physical pain is just too much of a drag.

It was then that it occured to me, that the policeman was only trying to make a quick buck. I ask my friend and he being infinitely more worldly wise than me, affirmed my suspicions. Then he told me that, the police in his hometown become very strict in the days before they get thier salary. He said it was odd of a policeman to be in such a mood at the start of a month, just after he has recieved his salary.And I wondered, if there is a date a time and a place for lust?