Saturday, July 19, 2008

Partners inc.

"Michael" I said stretching my hands to the guy oppsite to me.He was a bit tall,clean shaven with his hair trimmed properly.His eyes were piercing and had some sort of fire in them.
"Jimmy" he said shaking my hand.Wonder from where people rechristen themeselves like this.Names like Jimmy , Tommy are meant for dogs or pets in a broader prespective.
" JuJu told me about you.He has kind of vouched for you,lets say.So how much can you push?"offering me a cigarette which I accepted.
Is this group supposed to be the mafia or some sort of veterinary operation gang.Juju ?He must have felt like a dog throughout his life.
"Around a kilo a week to begin with.Maruijiana preferably.If that is O.K. with you ofcourse" I said keeping face impassive.Unemoted face can be a major asset when you were dealing with people like these.
" One Kilo?Thats cool with me."he said ,signalling the guy to get the stuff for me.I adjusted myself in the chair and took a deep puff.It was my moment of reckoning afterall.
The packet arrived and I welcomed it with both hands,trying hard to hide my excitement.
" Ill get back to you in a few weeks I guess"stretching out my hands.It was going to be a long partnership afterall..

Thursday, July 17, 2008

@ the station,yet again!

"Let me get this straight.You screw it up or try to run away,you will be punctured by bullets.Do you understand ??"trying to sound arrogant.
I was expecting a "chilling" line like the Corleone's in the GodFather,but it was a disappointing threat.That was the most cliched line I have come across.Dude,Copy from the movies properly,and by the way you forgot the "Gun on my Forehead Part".

As I was trying to get some portion of my ass in the trade,I nodded my head in complete agreement,puffing casually as I took the packets from him.

20:25 , Dadar Railway Station

It was crowded like hell.To search for one soul here was like searching for an albino pigeon.You are almost fucked .I moved around searching for him slowly.There was a sea of people . Trains arrived and departed every third minute,which resulted in irritatingly high density of people per square feet.Trobules were trebling every passing minute as I scanned the crowd slowly.I spotted him,clad in black without the hand,the details matched.Our eyes met for a fraction of a second and that was more than enough.We moved towards each other swiftly ,my eys completely following each action of his.My hands moved across my pocket ,just to check the gun .We passed by , completing the trade in less than a minute .My hands feeling the stack of bills ,a smile just popped up on my face..The Deal was On..

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Where do we start??

Sitting down on the couch,he offered me a cigarette.He had asked me to bring a sample of the coke I had ,it was in my pocket.We did a little and admired the quality .We then shifted focus to business.Ten minutes was going to decide my future.
"Reddy" he said reaching out his hand.(Fuck!!Gulti??Damnit!)
"Mike,Michael " shaking his hands.
"So this stuff ,where did you get it"
"Is this part of the business???"I shot back rather frustrated with his nosy questions.
"Chill man..Chill.. I have no problems with this pack.I am looking for a long term thing.Maruijana ,Coke.The cops will fuck us here totally if we are caught..So thinking still.?"directly into the business.

" I can do it if you want "jumping at the oppurtunity .

" How can I trust you??I mean who are you mate??.Don't expect me to be that dumb" was the reply


" Cool it.."It was my turn to cool him down.."We can have a try.Gimme a a pack.Will do it for you. I fuck the cops and get it done..We have a deal.Done?" Words came out at hurriedly.I wanted this badly.This was big money.No more urinated street corners and crappy places..

" Hmmm..Ok...Probably" he blurted.

"Where do we start???"

Welcome to the world..

He seemed to buy the story,but I knew I had to be fucking careful otherwise my intestines will be plucked and used as a memento.And common,I wanted a fair enough death.I didnt' give a fuck about all the Sins I did , and about what i am going to do.I had three meals a day,my stomach didn't complain.I lived in a world of my own.

04.15 am,the next day

The guy arrived.He was short with a pointed nose and not that clean shaven.I dropped the cigaratte and walked towards him.He wanted to buy that stuff,I was keen on moving it further.I pushed the deal further and told 50% cut and I join him.He looked at me cautiously doubting me if I was a cop.Hell,I came out of nowhere and suddenly handing him two kilos of coke,you are bound to get suspicious.I swore that I wasnt' a cop and got on the veichle.It was a Maruti Van ,( the movies were real!!!)They blindfolded me,and I went on cursing them.The driver was on a rampage sparing no time for the veichles on the opposite side.I could hear horns being romped incessantly.And then the veichle halted,slowly I began to suck in the atmosphere.It was pretty eerie,I was looking around like a lost child.I had just publically put my life for sale.And I entered the bar, looked around for signs of life.No one.I repeated the F word thrice mentally hoping for a change.Swalloing a huge chunk of saliva, I stepped inside the world .The world of MAFIA.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Acquistion,Anyone?

04.00 am,

My eyes were burning.Hell it was early morning 4 am man!!To be interrupted while sleeping is one of the most devastating things in Planet Earth.And for watching some sick bastard walk the street to drop some white crap, is like listening to Himesh Reshmmiya sing,that too when you are stressed out..I got up,dressed myself and lit a cigarette and walked to the street end.It was pretty dark,and I had this familiar feeling of watching a Horror movie.But fortunately,the sound effects were minimal.There was no water dripping from the pipes , and most importantly there was no dog howling and growling.I sat down by the road side,waiting for the person to arrive.

04.15 am,

Two guys walked to the shop and handed the man some stuff.Immediately I walked upto them.And out of nowhere they pulled their guns and pointed at me.

"Wait!" I screamed not realizing that it was stupid to ask for a break when they are trying to kill you.The Shopkeeper told the guys something and they didn't fire.I was intact still.

I told them about my possession of Coke and if they were interested in getting it.Obviously they weren't dumb enough to say "Yes Sir,We love Coke",they threw "Who the Fuck is he" look.
Almost immediately I blurted out " I came into hiding coz of the cops @ Madras.I was a trafficker there".

"Will talk to you tommorow ,same time ,same place" one of them replied


There goes my sleep again!

Monday, June 30, 2008

Information is wealth

My toilet Flush occupied Primetime in my Brain,as the sight of it (not a pleasant one at all!) crossed by me again.It has been two weeks and I hadn't taken any significant steps towards making some Serious money using that.It was getting pretty dark and as I walked past the Shop in my street corner,an idea struck me.I was pretty desperate to make some cash(That company thing just dropped in and said Hello).I moved to the shopkeeper and asked him for 'Maal',and tried to strike a conversation.It was pretty tough,given my Hindi was sounding Greekish to him.I couldn't blame him for that!

"Eh maal bahuth acha hai" I knew these Acha lines properly since I had rehersed just in case I ran into some hot chick.Complimenting her by saying,"aapka voice bahuth acha hai" would be one hell of a start!

The nod was pretty gentle,which I assumed to be a "Yes.and please get the Fuck out of here".Very very kind.To have a please word before the F word is way too gentle.

"Kahan se mila"I asked him sounding hopeful of a reply

Ten Minutes later,I was on my way back home giving hi fives to invisible hands stretching out to me.The train is waiting....

Thursday, June 26, 2008

DreamLand...

I was unconscious of the fact that my mouth had become a new shelter for the Mosquitoes.I had them opened for so long,that the' mozzies' went into my oesophagus,clearly assuming it to be some sort of play ground.I spit it out,slowly regaining my senses.Hell! There was atleast 3kgs right in front of my eyes!I knew I was in a mess. My eyes refused to come back to normalcy.It didn't require a Ramanujam to figure out that there was a fortune in there.Almost instantly,my mind shifted to the section I loved most,Dream Land....The best part of Dream Land were the girls,and boy they came in huge numbers,clad in the earliest costume known to Mankind (:D).And most importantly,they were HOT.(Yeah ,H-O-T).

Its the only place on earth where :

(a)You want to be the catcher,in a game of Running and Catching.

(b)Even physics lessons turn out to be miraculously interesting.(The Law of equality holds good in DL!)

(c)And you are in total concentration.

The suit case closed on my hands ,Ouch!! My stay@ Dreamland was cut short by the grey coloured "SOB".I was still unsure of what to do with my new acquisition(Like I had acquired Land Rover or something).The returns were huge if I get into the game.But the risks were bigger,and anyways I didn't want to die a virgin!
I moved the suitcase to a safer location in my apartment.(there were only 2 rooms,and the bathroom wasn't inhabited by the rats).I didn't want my house to be filled with Drugged Rats.Not my fault,if they do,cause the Bastards don't smell it before they nibble.How on earth can a living being eat up a man's trousers which haven't been washed for two months??
I took it to the highest location possible in my room,the flush doesn't work in the toilet,and I stuffed the packets inside it.

Clearly,this was too much for my mind to handle,but at the same time Called for Celebration!!!I took a ten rupee note,and stuffed some into it. Slowly I was flying back to Dreamland where the grass is green and girls were pretty.....

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The Swap

The corner of the street was occupied by two heavily built men ,clad in a black casual attire.One of them,glanced at the watch and shook his head.Very easy to make out that he was in disgust.Another walked into the scene with a suitcase .He looked a bit old , vertically challenged and tensed.Drenched in sweat , he breathed out heavily.

"Twenty Minutes late,We were getting worried.Where the Fuck where you?" the guy in black asked.

" The train ran a bit late.Besides I should be the one complaining.Tough to dodge them every time. And with a tag of 10k around me,every God damned money sucking bastard in this city is looking to nail me down.The moustache gets irritating and my wig itches a lot! Trafficking is no easy joke , dear" almost immediately removing his moustache and wig to complete his transformation. He appeared feminish ,yet possessed voice that boomed.

"We don't have much time do we?? " he remarked as the suitcase switched hands.
"Pretty light.Do you have it??"

"If the notes are real, yes." came the reply.They didn't get along with each other ,the frequent transactions did their rapport little good.

" Guess, I won't be seeing you for sometime to come....Adios" the man said pulling out his gun and firing ,almost immediately.

The bullets sank right into the little man's forehead.