A cold midnight.. A high paced ride on enticer.. touching 100+.. Lorries pass by cars look like mice.. my fingers freeze.. my eyes flood.. and I realized I was just experiencing the coolest ride of my life!!... Bang! I am stopped.. then I noticed with my then frozen eyes four heavy weight champions staring me down the barrel.. they come close smell my breath.. like a vulcher scavanging on the dead meat..
Yes, everything is silent.. a cool breeze is blowing across me..the souls that stopped me are our own khakhi dressed police men on night shift.. they check my documents.. they stop every poor soul riding on a bike.. I am clean yet something is bothering them.. they ask ’’what’s the mileage you get? where do you live? where are you going?’’..usual stuff.. a tree trunk aged about 45 with a paunch that would make even osama run for cover comes from behind.. takes me away from the crowd.. coolly asks me ’’Take care of us.. and you dont have to worry about any thing’’.. I resist.. They say I should leave the vehicle and collect it in the morning.. I request to let me go.. one of the police men asks me politely how much cash I am carrying.. I deny I do.. they laugh.. then after about 10 minutes they let me go.. and off, I vanish..
Well, if you thought this was a nice story..
> The police men are not at all connected with traffic department..
> Still they ask me for money..a real police business!..
> No wonder so many crimes happen.. you guessed right.. all police men are taking care of traffic department!!..
> Jus make sure all the documents are up to date that’s ur best chance..