When I lost my Email-2

It was almost a week since I complained at the 3 Town police station about the theft of my Email. Miss Alima, I presumed was very busy with many other cases.

I was experiencing a feeling of loss, which cannot be explained. I started waking up earlier to check if my Email works. And each time it doesn’t, I did mundane things like Dainhe mood, Peechay mood or Tej chal. I even tried shaking my CPU, until it made weird sounds. But still my Email was dead. Then suddenly I received a call from Miss Alima, her beautiful voice was so refreshing to hear.

“Mr. Ravi?”

“Yes, Maam.. err Miss”

“I called Mr.Sekhar and D.S. Kumar for interrogation at my office at 10 A.M, it would be better if you are there too”

“But Miss, don’t you think they will hate me for doing this to them, they might even plot and kill me.”

“Mr. Ravi do you want your Email back?”

“Yes , Yes Miss, of course”

“Then 10 A.M. at my office”

As I entered the lobby of the police station, I could see both of them seated at the rear. I walked sheepishly towards them. I noticed Sekhar’s face was a shade reddish with anger and DSK, trying to avoid looking at me by fiddling his mobile.

“What is all this about? They demanded.

“Relax, just relax” I said and narrated the whole story about my lost Email. I assured them that they were there, not as suspects, but to help in the investigation.

Sekhar’s face slowly turned normal, and DSK looked at me as Caesar at Brutus.

I was first lead and made to sit outside the interrogation room. It was similar to those we see in western movies with a one-way glass. We can see and hear the suspect, but he cannot.

A short while later, Sekhar is lead and made to sit in the interrogation room, his back facing me. He was looking around like a monkey put in a new cage.

Miss Alima entered; she was in full police uniform. She looked ravishingly beautiful today. She took out her cap and placed it on the table, shaking her head to allow her thick black curly hair to cascade over her shoulders. She reminded me of Zeenat Aman in some movie I saw when I was young. She sat facing me.

“O.K. I am Miss Alima” she said

“I am Sekhar”

I know” she cut him short like a school teacher. But to put him at ease she asked.

“What’s news?”

“News? Yeah, everyone is talking about the Italians held hostage by the Maoists, but no one is saying a word about our Manmohan Singh held captive by an Italian for the last ten years”

“Ha Ha ha” she laughed. Her sparkling teeth and the dimple made her look like a fairy.

“O.k, do you know Mr Ravi, your school type, roll number ..errr yes 813?”

“Yes”

“What do you think of him?”

“He is a Nin*******, Bas*****, son ** * *****”

“So you hate him?”

“Yes I hate him more than the brinjal curry served at home”.

Meanwhile, from where I was seated, I can look at this tantalizing beauty, without her knowing it. Her finger nails polished light pink. Her name-tag heaving as she breathed.

“Right” she continued, “Do you know anyone else with the same views that you have on Mr.Ravi?”

“Yes of course, there are plenty. PSN Varma, GNA Srinivas and Ramaiah in the US.”

“Can you give me their numbers?”

Sekhar checked his mobile and gave her the numbers.

“To see how conversant you are with computers, tell me what happens when you press Ctrl, Alt and Delete buttons all at once?

“There is a catch in your question, how can we press three buttons with just two hands?

“Oh!!!” she was stunned by that answer.

“Did you notice any unusual activity in your computer lately?

“Yes, whenever I log on there is a message which says that my computer is at risk.”

“What did you do about that?”

“I got my CPU and monitor securely screwed to my table”

I was so engrossed with the beautiful face, the gleaming eyes, coaxing lips that I did not notice that Sekhar had left and DSK had taken his place.

I think it was her sixth or seventh sense that told her of my goggling; she spoke gently in the mike. “Mr.Ravi, you may leave, you are not required anymore.”

That evening I spoke to DSK, who told me that everything went very well, and he was called the next day also for further interrogation.

It was a week later and it being my daughter’s birthday we decided to go out for dinner at the newly opened Varun Novatel.

As we entered the lobby, I saw DSK hurriedly entering the lift at the far end. He was alone and I observed that he went to the 8^th floor.

Out of sheer curiosity I went to the receptionist and asked him who that gentleman who went to the 8^th floor just now.

“He is Mr. T.Ravi, sir, he checked into room 813 with his wife”

“Oh” I gulped several times.

I was enjoying my dinner with my family in the dimly lit restaurant when suddenly my daughter pats my hand and says “Uncle” and points to the other end of the huge hall.

It was DSK gracefully pulling a chair and offering it to Miss Alima.

So that was the revenge-of-the-DS. He checks in as me (T.Ravi) takes room number 813 (my roll number) and has a ball of a time with Miss Alima.