Monday, October 4, 2010

The mugs and nut stealers

The mugs and nut stealers

Our country is full of them. The small thieves. They follow a simple rule , if you have failed to tie it to some support the things or possessions of the owner will be removed against the free will of the owner that.

The evidence is the ongoing battle of the Indian railways and how the government is fighting a battle with this coveted group, my mother uses a term for them it is called “Chichke chor” (CC) which means small thief or not such a respectable thief .

I can only suppose that these CC move in groups, as their friends graffiti on the walls of the toilets of the washroom, while the person with the saw tries to saw the chains binding the mugs (good stainless steel ones which are strong and cannot bend with undue strain of constipated people getting on with their jobs).

The graffiti also speak a story of their own. Some of the graffiti are short and humorous

Demanding action from what I can assume is some of their girlfriends or more accurately girls who they want to be with…..

Some on the other hand are drawings of their private parts (I am sure their biology teacher was not good enough),

There are other philosophical ones that ponder on life and write their views in what people may categorize as sher o shayari.

They do make a humorous reading material sometimes funny sometimes sad. I feel the pain of the railway authority that is fighting this battle with the CC because I was in a similar battle with the CC a few days back myself.

The CC are as shy as the lock ness monster. They do not want to be seen getting on with their jobs. We are living in a township which is made up of many multistory buildings. One multistory building has about four houses per floor we have six floors and many of the owners have kids that are of the cycle riding stage so the bicycles are kept in the basement of the buildings.

We live in quience block. One fine day on a Sunday evening when we all decided to go for a walk, Hubby (H) saw that the cycle was missing. We started playing the blame game which is one of the simple pleasures that married couple have in life

He – The cycle is gone had you not locked it??

She – You know I always lock it Goles must have not locked it when she came in

H – Money is for free… grumble grumble

S – If you remember I had bought it with my money when I was working

H – So this is the right moment to squander it I suppose…. By the way does your daughter ride it?

S – She would if she could … she has study burden

H – So let us buy stuff and keep it for the time when he is free to play with it

S – Yes…. I suppose you are right.

H – Money is for free I suppose grumble grumble.

S – Long silence and walking faster

After some time normal conversation was initiated by H by insignificant comments about the people around us.

H – That aunty stays here I suppose

S - Long silence continued.

H – It is okay the cycle was squeaking and one spoke was free

By this time we had reached the security and the gap of space and daughter’s consistent attempts to revamp the spoiled evening worked and I was up to a good fight. I ran on ahead and demanded to see the security. When I saw the chief I told them about the lost cycle they asked the question I had been dreading

Sec - Madam was the cycle locked??

S – I think so... we generally lock it but you know how it is. Kids after coming back…..

The exchanged the look which said clearly - careless parents deserve to have their cycle stolen.

Sec - madam actually it is virtually impossible to take the cycle out of the township as they are checked when they enter and when they leave….

Sec 2 – a few days back however there was a cycle reported stolen and we found it under another block’s parking lot.


It being dark it was decided that we would go and search for the cycle along with the security later on in the morning; however the kids and me filled with a sense of purpose started looking for cycles under all the buildings.

We continued walking … I have seen how, when we loose a small object (even we do not use it that often) we feel very sad and project it in different ways for e.g. I noted how happy other kids were looking in their cycles which I have never even noticed. They are insignificant just like the leaves of the trees and the blades of grass, they are present but we fail to notice them because of the great numbers but now I was looking very sadly at them because I thought how my daughter would look on the cycles.

My husband, far more constructive and was looking for the make and colour of the cycles as they passed him like a hawk and asking for references from my daughter in between scolding her.

After a while he went back where as we continued to search for the cycle. Looking at the cycles of different blocks and trying to ascertain which among them was locked and which was not we nearly gave up. My 7 year old son for whom the loss of a cycle meant a great big adventure called us to see at least three different cycles. At last an angry me shouted at him and told him to go back.

But he persisted and it was him who persuaded us to look in the basement of ORCHIDS block. We did and were about to go away when I spotted it our gleaming cycle, tyres full of air all spruced up… it looked so good and clean that I had to convince my daughter three four times before we found the scratch marks I had made when we had got the cycle with three different girls…. Yes it was ours. It was unlocked ready to be taken away. The chain tying it to the small cycle was familiar (though many cycles have similar chains). We opened the chain with our own key after coming back home, which ascertained that it was ours

After this great joy, we went to security. They were righteous… “Madam It is impossible that things can be stolen from our building complex, reminding me about their efficiency”. I assured them that I had never doubted the fact. (A big Lie)

We were pleased and celebrated our small victory over the CCs. Next morning when my daughter took the keys for cycling (she was surprised that there were other people who wanted her bike and wanted to make full use of the cycle) the tyres were flat. The CC had removed the valve tube and got his revenge.

1 comment:

Floortime Lite Mama said...

OMG how I love the end of this story