He had his eyes set on her the day she entered office. She was beautiful, sweet and a homely kind of girl. The perfect foil for a man like him. He’d been on her trail for the past year now. Checking out her profile on the internet, following her, asking her friends about her, everything. Yet, they hadn’t been able to meet in person. A few online chats was all that was possible.
The mind was made up then. He had to speak to her in person, himself. Nothing else would do. He would be leaving office in a few months. And she HAD to leave along with him.
One day he noticed she’d come alone, not with those pesky friends of hers. She was packing some of her things. WAS SHE LEAVING? Oh no, this was it. He had to speak to her. Before he knew it, she was in the elevator, going downstairs.
He took the stairs. He reached 7 floors down in a jiffy; probably the most agile and flexible human being. But she was heading for Churchgate station, and had caught a taxi. His trusty scooter was ready for him. Just as his luck would have it, whenever she would cross a signal, it would turn red for him. Was this a premonition of what was to happen? But he was a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Certainly not when he was this close.
Finally, there was Churchgate station. She had gotten into a Virar-fast. The train had already begun chugging slowly.
He ran for his life, and managed to cling onto the last men’s compartment. She was probably teasing, he thought, because she had turned back once to look at him. The train sped to Mumbai Central, and then she did the strangest thing possible.
SHE GOT OFF, and boarded a train back to Churchgate.
He was bewildered! He was almost being pushed inside by all the people, but he finally managed to break free and throw himself on the platform. WHAT WAS THIS GIRL UP TO? He was sure now that she was trying to play the cat and mouse game. LITTLE DID SHE KNOW WHO SHE WAS UP AGAINST.
Touchdown at Churchgate station. She was at the WHEELER’S Bookstore, reading some book. It didn’t matter now; the time had come. He walked up to her, took out his gun and pointed it towards her head.
“DON,” he said. “I’ve been following you for the past year or so, and want you to join my gang – whether you like it or not. I need a foil for my activities, and I don’t think anyone apart from a simple, homely girl like you would be better. You’re pretty too.”
No response from the girl; she just kept the book that she was reading.
“Please do not pose a problem for me. DON MUSHKILON KE LIYE MUSHKIL PAIDA KARTA HAI (THE DON POSES A PROBLEM TO ALL HIS PROBLEMS).” He loaded the gun.
At the same time he heard ten other similar, metallic sounds. TEN GUNS, all pointing at his head. The girl calmly turned around.
“CBI officer ROMA CHATTERJEE,” was the riposte. “So, what was your dialogue? DON MUSHKILON KE LIYE MUSHKIL PAIDA KARTA HAI (THE DON POSES A PROBLEM TO ALL HIS PROBLEMS)? DON KO PAKADNA MUSHKIL HI NAHI NAMUMKIN HAI (TO CATCH THE DON IS NOT MERELY DIFFICULT, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE)? How stupid all that seems now!” She just snatched the gun from him. “I know you’ve been behind me for this one year. I was sent by CBI to track you down, and I knew the only way to catch you was to make you want me. That’s why; I guess you think I look pretty. But nah, I expected a better fight from the Don – you’ve been caught too tamely. The great Don has finally fallen into a trap! You’re finished Don, all but finished. Take him away officers!”
Don started laughing, “How naïve you are! DON KO PAKADNA MUSHKIL HI NAHI NAMUMKIN HAI! And I stand by what I say!”
“Poor fellow, I think he’s gone mad with his capture. (Mock sigh) It’s ok darling, we’ll have all the care for you… BEHIND THE BARS!”
He still had that evil smile on his face. “Oh yeah, I’d love it if you took care of me personally…”
A hard slap across the face. Roma was good at this. But she noticed some part of the skin came loose! She tugged at it, and pulled it off.
THIS WAS NOT THE DON. Only one of his henchmen!
She was enraged. “WHERE IS THE REAL DON YOU!!???” BANG! A bullet hole right through the henchman’s head.
Time froze. The CBI officers dispersed, and Roma went frantically mad, trying to search for the real Don. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.
A beggar walked up to Roma. She tried to shoo it away, but he had something in his hand. “UNCLE NE BHEJA HAI (UNCLE SENT IT)”. She asked, “KAHAN HAI UNCLE? (WHERE IS UNCLE)” and the little tyke pointed towards the side entrance.
She rushed there, but there was no one. He was gone. She opened the note, which said:
DON KO ZINDA PAKADNA NAMUMKIN HAI
AUR DON KABHI NAHI MARNE WALA
ISILIYE
DON KO PAKADNA MUSHKIL HI NAHI NAMUMKIN HAI
(IT IS HARD TO CATCH THE DON ALIVE
AND THE DON WILL NEVER DIE
THEREFORE
TO CATCH THE DON IS NOT MERELY DIFFICULT, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE)
The mind was made up then. He had to speak to her in person, himself. Nothing else would do. He would be leaving office in a few months. And she HAD to leave along with him.
One day he noticed she’d come alone, not with those pesky friends of hers. She was packing some of her things. WAS SHE LEAVING? Oh no, this was it. He had to speak to her. Before he knew it, she was in the elevator, going downstairs.
He took the stairs. He reached 7 floors down in a jiffy; probably the most agile and flexible human being. But she was heading for Churchgate station, and had caught a taxi. His trusty scooter was ready for him. Just as his luck would have it, whenever she would cross a signal, it would turn red for him. Was this a premonition of what was to happen? But he was a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Certainly not when he was this close.
Finally, there was Churchgate station. She had gotten into a Virar-fast. The train had already begun chugging slowly.
He ran for his life, and managed to cling onto the last men’s compartment. She was probably teasing, he thought, because she had turned back once to look at him. The train sped to Mumbai Central, and then she did the strangest thing possible.
SHE GOT OFF, and boarded a train back to Churchgate.
He was bewildered! He was almost being pushed inside by all the people, but he finally managed to break free and throw himself on the platform. WHAT WAS THIS GIRL UP TO? He was sure now that she was trying to play the cat and mouse game. LITTLE DID SHE KNOW WHO SHE WAS UP AGAINST.
Touchdown at Churchgate station. She was at the WHEELER’S Bookstore, reading some book. It didn’t matter now; the time had come. He walked up to her, took out his gun and pointed it towards her head.
“DON,” he said. “I’ve been following you for the past year or so, and want you to join my gang – whether you like it or not. I need a foil for my activities, and I don’t think anyone apart from a simple, homely girl like you would be better. You’re pretty too.”
No response from the girl; she just kept the book that she was reading.
“Please do not pose a problem for me. DON MUSHKILON KE LIYE MUSHKIL PAIDA KARTA HAI (THE DON POSES A PROBLEM TO ALL HIS PROBLEMS).” He loaded the gun.
At the same time he heard ten other similar, metallic sounds. TEN GUNS, all pointing at his head. The girl calmly turned around.
“CBI officer ROMA CHATTERJEE,” was the riposte. “So, what was your dialogue? DON MUSHKILON KE LIYE MUSHKIL PAIDA KARTA HAI (THE DON POSES A PROBLEM TO ALL HIS PROBLEMS)? DON KO PAKADNA MUSHKIL HI NAHI NAMUMKIN HAI (TO CATCH THE DON IS NOT MERELY DIFFICULT, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE)? How stupid all that seems now!” She just snatched the gun from him. “I know you’ve been behind me for this one year. I was sent by CBI to track you down, and I knew the only way to catch you was to make you want me. That’s why; I guess you think I look pretty. But nah, I expected a better fight from the Don – you’ve been caught too tamely. The great Don has finally fallen into a trap! You’re finished Don, all but finished. Take him away officers!”
Don started laughing, “How naïve you are! DON KO PAKADNA MUSHKIL HI NAHI NAMUMKIN HAI! And I stand by what I say!”
“Poor fellow, I think he’s gone mad with his capture. (Mock sigh) It’s ok darling, we’ll have all the care for you… BEHIND THE BARS!”
He still had that evil smile on his face. “Oh yeah, I’d love it if you took care of me personally…”
A hard slap across the face. Roma was good at this. But she noticed some part of the skin came loose! She tugged at it, and pulled it off.
THIS WAS NOT THE DON. Only one of his henchmen!
She was enraged. “WHERE IS THE REAL DON YOU!!???” BANG! A bullet hole right through the henchman’s head.
Time froze. The CBI officers dispersed, and Roma went frantically mad, trying to search for the real Don. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.
A beggar walked up to Roma. She tried to shoo it away, but he had something in his hand. “UNCLE NE BHEJA HAI (UNCLE SENT IT)”. She asked, “KAHAN HAI UNCLE? (WHERE IS UNCLE)” and the little tyke pointed towards the side entrance.
She rushed there, but there was no one. He was gone. She opened the note, which said:
DON KO ZINDA PAKADNA NAMUMKIN HAI
AUR DON KABHI NAHI MARNE WALA
ISILIYE
DON KO PAKADNA MUSHKIL HI NAHI NAMUMKIN HAI
(IT IS HARD TO CATCH THE DON ALIVE
AND THE DON WILL NEVER DIE
THEREFORE
TO CATCH THE DON IS NOT MERELY DIFFICULT, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE)
The chase continues…
4 comments:
Heeeey!!! I loved the ending yaar... masleder!!!
wow!
nice one ..the only problem is that when i hear the word DON ... shahrukh khan comes to mind ..and i hate him .. hehe
the take was nice .. everythin happenin at churchgate .. i could visualize the whole scene .. nice one ..
da ending was a killer...don needed to give her a smirking smile n a wave n ten disapper...it like more dramatic..
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