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Sunday, January 21, 2007

A tale of two thieves

This happend in kRpura, about 15 years ago. Before the advent of software and tech parks in that area, KRpura, was considered to be way out of Bangalore and the population was sparse. Two of my uncles, kittu(short for krishna) mama and jayyu(short for jayaram) mama stayed there, one about a mile away from the other.

My maternal grandma stayed with us, and every month, she would religiously pay a visit to each of her sons house.It was one hot summer afternoon and my gradma, aged about 71 then, set out from jayyu mama's house to kittu mama's house by walk, accompanied by my cousin, about 12 years of age. Mid way between the two houses,a dark burly man of about 45 stopped my gradma He seemed to have come running for he was panting and he looked tensed.

He said "amma, amma,I've got something important to tell you.please ask the kid to stay here and come with me"

Despite protests from my cousin, she left him there and after they walked a couple of blocks,he said "maa, your son is in danger"

My granny, panicked and proferred "Is it Jayaram, what happend to him? Is he alright?"

"yes, yes, it is Jayaram.. he is alright, but he is in need of money right now, else the police may take him away"

"oh my God!! Take me to him, lets go"

I would rathar call her innocent than gullible.. blinded as she was, by her love for her son.

"No maa, its too far, and you wont be able to walk that far in this hot sun..besides, he needs money right away, otherwise he may be in deep trouble. Can you please remove all your jewelry and give it to me? I'll pass it on it him that should solve all the problems"

My granny readily removed her gold chain and her finger-ring and gave it to him. When she started removing her earrings, he stopped her saying that he could adjust with what she had given. Removing of earrings takes time and he did not want to take any chances.

It wasnt until later that we all realised what had happend and we promptly gave a police complaint.

A few months later, the thief was nabbed. Apparently, he had about 10 similar cases to his credit. But the story did not end here. We supposedly had to take the case through court and we engaged services of a small-time lawyer for a few thousand rupees.

My granny had to appear in court a minimum of 10 times. Sometimes, the lawyer would be absent, sometimes the theif and sometimes the sessions would just run out of time.I remember escorting my granny to the court about 4-5 times.We would travel by bus in the sun, and the court atmosphere-the lawyers, robbers, police etc was most harrowing.Even at that age, it made me realise how inefficient our judicial system was, considering the number of times my granny, aged as she was, had to be subjected to this torture, hoping that the case will be solved and that she would get her jewelry back.

One fine day,all the right things happend at the right time and the case was over! we were okayedthe jewelry we were entitled for. Oh! what a relief it was..

When we went to the police station to collect our jewelry back, there was another surprise waiting for us. The police told us that the thief had sold some of the jewelry and used it up and hence complete recovery was not possible.The loot was being melted and only bout 60% of the stolen jewelry returned. Added to this, the gold that was given was not genuine gold.

The thief stealing was one thing, but the police resorting to such antics was unimaginable.There were even talks that there was a police-theif nexus and that they both share the booty.

Anyways, end of it all, we were just happy it was all over.

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10 Comments:

    • At 10:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      the worst thing you can do in "kalyug" is trust people easily !!
      that too when it comes to money!!

       
    • At 9:48 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      aah! what an interesting story.. it seems so much as a story of a short play! sorry if i play on someone's emotions... but i'll suggest it to a few frnds if they'd want to use it :P

       
    • At 11:30 AM, Blogger roopa said…

      @Vishnoi
      hehe..dont worry..it was soo long back that it hardly matters now..

       
    • At 6:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      Reminds me of my gullible days when I gave my gold chain without a second thought to someone I had just met. Thankfully I got my wits back and was able to retrieve the chain within hours.

       
    • At 9:24 AM, Blogger kavs said…

      Hi Roopa! Came for a visit after a long time...and was in for a pleasant surprise!! The blog looks Wow!! :-)

       
    • At 9:45 AM, Blogger roopa said…

      @kavs..

      geee ThanQ :-D
      Congratulations on the new house :-D :-D
      keenly waiting for your next post..looks like the new house is taking up all your time..:-)

       
    • At 10:01 PM, Blogger Srikrishnan said…

      unfortunate... but a true story of our times... trust is very often misplaced and also misused.. BTW do u live in Cali or Seattle?

       
    • At 6:51 PM, Blogger roopa said…

      nope..I live in the Lone Star state :-)

       
    • At 12:14 PM, Blogger Karthik Rao said…

      This comment has been removed by the author.

       
    • At 12:16 PM, Blogger Karthik Rao said…

      well..the whole situation would have been safer if at all I was with my "avva"...i know i could not have had a strong fight with them as i was not capable then...but atleast would have done my best to pull the crowd...
      hmm..miss her lots...

       
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Thursday, January 04, 2007

The Scarlet Woman



Cold night, lonely street..
Light stroking me from a far-away lamp
Flashy red dress, rouge and lipstick
I wait there, ready to play the role of a vamp

Hateful looks from passers-by,
Dirty words hurling past..
Fear of the police frisking me away
I hope that a customer soon comes my way

Neither do I steal nor do I kill
All I do is a job for a living
My child's ill, havta pay the bill
Twenty an hour, I'll do the thing

outcast I may be by the society
but my need, dont they have?
I care not, I do my duty
I am but a rose on the grave

15 Comments:

    • At 11:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      "Neither do I steal nor do I kill
      All I do is a job for a living
      My child's ill..."
      depicts the helplessness of the mother..
      great poem, an eye opener for the society..
      keep them going..!!

       
    • At 4:49 PM, Anonymous Karthik Rao said…

      well..this sure is a nice post out there..hope ppl get to know the actual jist of the theme...
      i recomend u ppl out there to chk out the song "TURN THE PAGE" by Metallica..this is a song of a similar theme..
      im not sure if my sis was influenced by that song.. ;) ..

       
    • At 9:59 PM, Anonymous chethan said…

      ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ.

       
    • At 10:56 AM, Blogger roopa said…

      @bhavajeevi..

      ninna kavitegalannu odide..chennagide..nanu kannadalli bariyakke prayanta madbeku antha anstide ivaga :-)

      @karthik..

      thanx kar..but just to clear ur doubts..i was not even aware of the metallica song :-p


      @chetan

      thanx chetan :-)

       
    • At 9:05 AM, Blogger prash said…

      Hey, that's a nice poem....

      and btw, "Turn the page" was by Bob Saeger.... and its abt a budding rock star's jittery lifestyle.... Metallica however interpreted it in a diffrent way in thier cover version....

      nyways, will be great to read kannada padhyagalu....

       
    • At 4:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      thats great to hear..!!
      khanditha bareyalu praythnisu...!!
      kannada belayali..
      Keep writing in both the languages..!!

       
    • At 8:58 AM, Blogger roopa said…

      @Prash..

      I checked out the video of 'Turn the page..'..it seems to be somewot similar yet different..

      kannada dalli bariyakke prayatna madbeku..not sure if i can..:-)

      @bhavajeevi

      thanx for the support :-)

       
    • At 2:32 PM, Blogger prash said…

      kannadadhalli bareyuva prayathnadhalli good luck ! .....going by the english ones, should be good .....btw, i got ur blog link from orkut(i guess, u were in my friend's friend list).... are u studying in Dallas? Iam studying at PennState..... nyways, chek out my photoblog sometime : http://www.pennstory.blogspot.com/

       
    • At 2:39 PM, Blogger prash said…

      and abt "turn the page"..... its jus the video(metallica) which has a theme similar to ur poem.... the lyrics weren't written with that theme and hence is different ..... so if u just read the lyrics without seeing the video, it may ring a different bell .... ok....lemme stop blabering .... goodluck with kannada padhyagalu!

       
    • At 7:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      Both your poem and "Turn the page" video seem to justify the "dubious" means of the protagonist. The "I have a child at home" excuse does not justify the means.

       
    • At 6:35 AM, Blogger माकूचाकू said…

      Nice blog... just passing by :)

      Keep writing...
      Maku
      http://makuchaku.info/blog

       
    • At 10:10 AM, Blogger roopa said…

      @shankar


      The idea here is to look at things from the eyes of the protagonatist..As a society, people condemn her, but as individuals,the same people engage her services.She doesnt feel the need to justify to the society about how she earns to support her ailing child. As long as she doesnt cheat/kill, her conscience is clear :-)

       
    • At 10:45 AM, Blogger Ricky said…

      Very well written, Roopa. So many people have forgotten about these girls and to the people who want them they are a commodity and for rest of the world they are just invisible.

       
    • At 10:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      roopa, well written

      Thanks for stopping at my abode as well

       
    • At 4:54 PM, Blogger roopa said…

      @MakuChaku..

      Thanx..

      @Ricky..

      Thanx Ricky..
      You are right..These woman dont have a choice but to remain secluded..

      @Marthyan

      Thanx :-)

       
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The Supermodel..


Angelic face,golden skin
so much money, she could bathe in wine
A celeb,all of nineteen
Do I sense myself turning green?

Food she eats would starve a fly
those tiny clothes, even the camera shuts its eye
the third christmas away from home
Nay, not my idea of a success song!

Star of the show, she walked away with the crown
Of what use is it, with no-one to call as your own
To the world, she may be Ms.Popular
But,in the walk of life isnt she but a loser ?

8 Comments:

    • At 6:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      sorry.. i have to disagree

       
    • At 6:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      sorry.. i have to disagree

       
    • At 6:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      sorry.. i have to disagree

       
    • At 11:05 AM, Blogger roopa said…

      @anon..


      thats absolutely fine..but my opinion over there is not about all models in general..but like you may be aware, there have been some popular models even commiting suicide because of loneliness.
      All I wanted to say is, whats the use of earning when you cant have even basic necesities like roti kapda and makan..

       
    • At 8:59 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

      Oh..didnt see that. very kind of you to clarify.
      btw, sorry for those duplicate comments :D

       
    • At 9:37 AM, Blogger SteelySouthpaw said…

      Hi Roopa, dropped by after a long time . . .what a makeover this place has been thru.

      Very good poems btw.
      I did not know u were a poet.

       
    • At 4:55 PM, Blogger roopa said…

      Thanx Nagi.

      I can hardly call myself a poet eradu line geechidakke :-p

       
    • At 1:52 AM, Blogger Guy from Krypton said…

      nice post.

      and

      Very Beautiful blog theme.

       
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