As they guarded our city..!
Our brave men in khaki, pull out these screaming boys and girls, sternly call them criminals for holding hands, fine them without receipts for hardened criminal activity. Pray sir will you ever question our brave men again? And then they move, those brave men of ours, towards the gates of hell; dance bars, where they, poor fellows have to spend whole evening, even night, staring breathlessly at buxom, beauties, waiting to see whether dance movement is suddenly made. Theirs is to see that the Mumbai Home Minister’s pet project, of a zero dancing city is never threatened ever.
Now look! They rush to yonder farmhouse; watch our khaki braves, watch them swing their lathis at what you think are Limca and water bottles, but our brave men know it is not Limca or water. How do they know? They know, just as they know that innocent cigarette in little girl’s hand is actually dangerous drug! I am perturbed, very disturbed with people wondering what the Mumbai policemen where doing when the three bomb blasts occurred. Into beaches and dance bars, to farmhouses and such dangerous places do these men who guard our city venture out.
They were headed home that night, tired with the cumbersome work they had carried out when they heard the ambulance sirens, but knew that nothing could go wrong in a city they guarded so well..!