Hum honge kaamyaab!

Hi folks,
i am back to the blog again and this time with another new experience.
This one was at Vasant Vihar police station....
Surprised???
Well, you will be even more surprised if you read further.
The reason i was there was simple.....I wanted to get a 'missing' letter stamped by the officials. I misplaced my passbook (how inorganised....but that's me....i'm trying to improve though) and in order to get a new bank passbook, i needed it. And that's how i went to the 'Chowki'.
Now what do i see there?
There was a desk with 'May I help you?' sign, but there was nobody in the chair.....I've been to ample government offices to be deterred by such a situation and went ahead to the visibly 'busy' lot.
"Excuse me Sir, may i know where i can file a FIR?" (I was misinformed that i had to file a FIR instead of "missing" report...)
"........"
"Excuse me Madam, do you know where i can lodge a 'missing' complaint?"
"........"

I wondered if they treated murder and rape cases the same way they treated me. I mean i don't want to claim that my trivial "missing" case was as grave as a murder or a rape, but they showed least concern. I was pained. Of course, who am i to talk about all this, i'm not a political leader, nor a relative of leaders, neither is my father a millionaire and nor am i a celebrity. I am just a citizen of a country called India. And i am proud to be an Indian(My friends will be quick to sense the sarcasm...).
Luckily, i got respite soon. A good-looking lady-constable came up and sat behind "May i help you?". I immediately went to her and asked the same question....
"Hello Madam,may i know where i can lodge a FIR?"
And lo!
SHE REPLIED!!!
"Just write a letter to the SHO informing them about the incident. You don't need a FIR."
I was ecstatic.....

Then came the mind-blowing scene.
As i entered the visitor's room, i saw a middle-aged person, one constable and a man in his early thirties (looked like a vehicle-driver) sitting and discussing. The middle-aged man was supposed to be some higher-ranked official, who had intervened to get the driver's younger brother out of custody. He, alongwith the constable, were preaching the driver about obeying laws.
As i sat in the couch, mulling over the format of the letter i had to write, the driver took out a bundle of currency notes and handed over to the constable. The constable passed it promptly to "Sahab" (the higher-official). He took it and at that very moment, somehow, MY EYES MET HIS!!!

I feared he would shoot me, just as they show in the movies. Because I HAD SEEN HIM! Taking money??? No, no. It was just a 'gift' from a poor driver who's brother was about to be given a clean chit. And i was there, witnessing the scene.....

But, the officer's expressions changed in a second and he almost threw away the bundle back to the constable retorting, "WHAT IS THIS??? I WON'T ACCEPT MONEY LIKE THIS!"
"Ahha! That a**h**e thinks i am a plain-clothed cop?"
I was enjoying my moment of glory.....

What happened after that was a part of history.....

I mean.......NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED! Hahahahaha!
I completed my letter, was asked to write another one, the constable and officer let out the driver's brother, i got the letter stamped and was on my way to the bank....

On my way, i thought, "It's such a bad sight to see a Man turn into a Eunuch!"