As they guarded our city..!
Robert Clements
Sunday, July 24, 2011 - I am perturbed, extremely disturbed with those who wonder what the Mumbai police where doing when the three bomb blasts occurred. I am disturbed, deeply perturbed, by those who dare say our brave men were not doing their work. I dislike seeing our men in khaki slighted thus and have undertaken today to show all you skeptics how hard at work they are, always: Come with me and let me show you: It is six -o-clock in the evening, around the same time the bombs went off that night, about the time when all bombs have gone off in this city. Now there they are, yes, yes, hundreds of our policemen, all ready to do duty at the Gateway, Chowpatty, Worli Sea Face, Bandra Sea Face, yes, all the sea faces and throw in Juhu Beach too, there they will go scouring those hidden areas, searching, looking hard, finally bringing out culprit couples, caught, cuddling, canoozing in each others arms.
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..!
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
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..!
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
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