The Snatch

Day 26 June 2006

9:00 PM

The air rushing through my hair was almost soothing. I had a hard day in office and was walking home. It was completely dark and road was almost deserted.

The motorcycle stopped in from of me. Two people got down(lets call then "P" and "Q".

 "Sir, can you tell me the address of HCL Technologies"

"Sure"

I turned and pointed my hand in the right direction.

"It is just around the corner"

The hand lock on my neck felt unusually painful. "Q" had got behind me and grabbed me.

"P" checked my pockets and took out my mobile and wallet.

They ran to their bike and zoomed into the darkness.

9:10 PM

Dialed 100.

"Hello Police Control Room"

Explained.

"We will just send a patrol van"

"Thanks"

9:45

Dialed 100.

"Hello Police Control Room"

"The van has not come"

"Goto police station and file a complaint"

10:15

Sec-58 Police Station:

"Write it in Hindi"

"Ok"

...........

"Will they be caught?"

"Maybe"

"You can have the copy of the complaint"

"Thanks"

PS. My mobile phone was a Nokia 6610 (black). If any one knows anything about it . Please tell. He/She will be suitably rewarded.

PPS: In case you are wondering . I took a hit of around 9000 INR (including cost of mobile phone) and i think the snatch took less than a minute.

Reading and Me

Some people read for instruction, which is praiseworthy, and some for pleasure, which is innocent, but not a few read from habit, and I suppose that this is neither innocent nor praiseworthy. Of that lamentable company am I. Conversation after a time bores me, games tire me, and my own thoughts, which we are told are the unfailing resource of a sensible man, have a tendency to run dry. Then I fly to my book as the opium-smoker to his pipe. I would sooner read the catalogue of the Army and Navy Store or Bradshaw’s Guide than nothing at all, and indeed I have spent many delightful hours over both these works. . . . Of course to read in this way is as reprehensible as doping, and I never cease to wonder at the impertinence of great readers who, because they are such, look down on the illiterate. . . . like the dope-fiend who cannot move from place to place without taking with him a plentiful supply of his deadly balm, I never venture far without a sufficiency of reading matter.

A quote by William Somerset Maugham and something that very nearly describes me

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