A tribute

I do not live in a quiet neighborhood but then it is not very noisy also. It is quite a peaceful place. I like sitting on my easy chair beside the window watching through the curtains the outside world while listening to the music from the wind chimes. For the peaceful neighborhood we owe a lot to my neighbor, the police officer. He’s got a very happy family and a set of not so happy criminals as his enemies....

Well, when I am watching now, there is a band of them walking into this happy home. Home Sweet Home. It looks like the family is not going to be very happy. One of the goons have an eye patch, the other one has a big cut on his face. The third one is a cripple but looks villainous enough. I hear gun shots. I can imagine what is happening there. I am worried for their boy and their younger baby boy.

I am still looking as I hear footsteps outside their house over the music of the chimes. I can see only the legs. The legs of the boy running with the curtains covering the view of the rest of his body. The villains have the baby. As and when the boy is running, I can see his feet slowly changing into a grown-up’s. Nice boots those legs are wearing. Those legs are chasing a purse snatcher.

“Madam, Aap ka (Your) Purse”

I just have to shift my easy chair a little to see the little boy and the madam singing songs and dancing around in the garden nearby. But the little boy is also on a mission when he is not singing and dancing with the madam. He has to find his baby brother meanwhile becoming a police officer, fighting for justice and killing all those cartoon villains.

I woke up startled from my sleep hearing a commotion from the neighborhood. I guess a thief tried to rob the little boy police. I guess it must be the baby who was brought up by the villain with the eye patch. This time I can see two pairs of legs running. The first one belongs to the baby thief and the second one the little boy police. I have lost my ‘appetite’ for sleep, I have decided to sit and watch the proceedings on the easy chair by the window with the music from the wind chimes as back ground. The little boy police caught up with the baby thief and they are fighting. Madam also joined the commotion and she is the cheer leader for the little boy police. Suddenly she notices that the little boy police and the baby thief has the same birth mark and the same 10 rupees locket which I guess no other person in this world would care to buy.

I know you must be wondering how I can see all this. Well. the catfight is going on around the same trees where madam and little boy police were dancing.

Now it looks like the madam has convinced the little boy police and the baby thief that they are siblings. Now they can fight the bad guys together. The baby thief seems to owe allegiance to the police dad and house wife mom who were eliminated in the earlier part of the story. He doesn’t seem to have any kind of feeling towards the eye patch wearing foster father/villain.

Hmm I can sleep peacefully now.


This is a happy reunion and time for a picnic song, the Baby thief has a girl friend who sells paan (tobacco) and cigarette in the near-by basti(read slum). Well in the picnic song, it doesn’t look like the baby thief’s girl friend who sells paan and cigarette is poor. She must be on a payroll from the baby thief.

All is well that ends well. But it is not going to be that smooth. I heard that the baby thief has been shot at by some of the goondas of the eye-patch clad villain. From one of my windows, I can see the the baby thief fighting death in the ICU in the hospital. Through the next window, I can see the little boy police praying in the temple. There is thunder storm in and around the temple but it looks like there is someone like God. Coz as soon as little boy police sang that song which their housewife mom used to sing to them, the thunderstorm stopped and even the baby thief woke up and joined the song. He also remembers the lyrics. The baby thief seems to be recovering fast. Readers please forgive me coz I am not sitting on my easy chair and I don’t have the wind chimes music background.

I guess now its time to get rid of the villains and a happy ending. The resurrected baby thief and the little boy police are ready to take on the villains. The girl friend-who-sells paan-and-cigarette, her house owners who-are-the-comedians etc are there to help with the fights. The last fight is infact taking place at my backyard. So I decided to climb up the stairs and have an aerial view of the happenings from my balcony. Our heroes and the side kicks easily got rid of the villains. The eye-patch, the cripple, everyone. All is well that ends well.

But wait, the police has not arrived yet. They haven’t arrived. Not even late. The meaning is obvious. There is a twist in the tale. There is somebody else who is going to be caught. A master mind. A villain above all of them. Hmm I cant keep it away from you people anymore. Its me. I am the master villain. Both the little boy police and baby thief seem to know it. Coz they are coming for me. The final count down has begun. But they want to know why I did all this. I am not ready to talk. So they just killed me. I dont know what happened after this. I am already dead. But as far as I guess, The baby thief and the girl friend who sells paan and cigarette got married. Ofcourse, the little boy police and the madam also spent rest of their life together. I hope the wives give those two boys most horrible time in their lives because both the girls are my daughters. But no one knows it.
[Sigh and a villainous smile ]