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KishanBabu and the stolen motorcycle



                                        I love bikes.
                                        I waited 7 years to buy this one.
                                        It's tough iron muscle.
                                        Almost an extended me.


                                       
                                         Its been more than a year since I bought this, but every time I take it out, I am en route a heavenly ride. The engine roar, the smooth pickup, the change of gears and the long rides, that's happiness in a single combo. If the Bicycle is a revolution, the Motorcyle,its Big Brother a feather on its cap. By the way I am a police officer , Raghupathy, Commissioner of Police at Chennai.Today i am taking my personal bike to station.

[Vrooom,vrrooom]
[switching gears]

                                         As you travel with me on my bike,  let me say you something more about me.My first bike was an Yezdi, the one whose kickstarter is used to change gears as well and then a Bullet, the oldest brand still alive and manufactured in Chennai!.Apart from bikes, I love my job,I love policing, I love helping society maintain its sanity. Today I am looking into a peculiar bike robbery case. I could have asked my subordinates to deal with it. But I wanted to meet this bike thief.


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                                          I love bikes
                                          I wait 7 years to steal this,
                                           actually 7 years to decide that I steel.                             
                                    And I am KishanBabu.I never do anything for me.Always for family. But always my dream to ride this. Atleast I chase my dream . Bullet is sexy.It is manly. All other bikes no use.This is only BIKE.I also love speak English. I learn from rich friends. One day I will get big job with my big English.But today police catch me and put in jail. I worry lot about family.I don't know what to do.


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What is your name? , Raghupathy asked

"KishanBabu sir", KishanBabu replied. He stood nervous and arms crossed.


Where are you from? , Raghupathy asked
 "I am from Bihar sir, I work in construction site at OMR road ", KishanBabu replied. He came to Chennai three years back as a cheap labor for working on an apartment site in Old Mahabalipuram Road, the new Chennai with IT parks,high rise apartments,high end restaurants lining along with petty shops,cows,temple festivities and placards.

"Sit down" Raghupathy said
Kishanbabu felt a shrill on his spine.
"Sit down " Raghupathy said again.
Kishanbabu sat in the wooden chair before him with half of each of his ass , arms still crossed.


"Do you know the punishment for stealing a bike?", Raghupathy asked
"Yes sir" Kishanbabu answered, his eye pupils enlarged and heart started to pump its motor heavily

"Why did you steal then?" Raghupathy asked .
"My dream ...sir.....ride a Bullet...atleast once..but no one give me..not even once..no one trust me..i am no thief...only one ride i want" Kishanbabu pleaded.

"So you stole some one else's Bullet?" Raghupathy asked, his eyelids followed the question raising itself and asking in its language

"No sir, no no steal. Just one ride...i keep after that at same place i plan...but people catch me before that...not believe me...i no thief sir, never steal before...please trust me ...my family need me" Kishanbabu said, with his eyes following it answering in tears, its own language.

Raghupathy was silent. He gave a cold stare at Kishanbabu probably trying to read his mind.

After a long pause,

"What do you know about a Bullet ?" Raghupathy asked.

KishanBabu said with confusion and excitement:

"Bullet ,oldest brand still exist"
"Wonderful sound, wonderful feel"
"My heart beat and bullet beat all become one " Kishanbabu said in excitement. Three -fouths of his each ass were on the chair now.

"Do you know Bullet is manufactured in Chennai" Raghupathy asked with authority,a little compassion and a little mutual bond feeling.

"OFCOURSE,OFCOURSE I know" Kishanbabu said with pride.The pride was not on his knowledge of it , rather on the use of the word 'Ofcourse'.OFCOURSE was advanced English for him

Raghupathy put his hands on his pocket. Took his bike keys, placed it on the table and pushed it to KishanBabu.

"Take a ride, My bike is outside. Tell me how it feels" Raghupathy said

Kishanbabu stood emotionless.He didnt know how to react.Was it an encounter plan?

"Hmmmmm, Go" Raghupathy demanded.


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Kishanbabu returned overwhelmed with tears of joy, his body shaking, his mouth giving a Duchenne smile .

"You Good man"
"You listen"
"I no steal, I no steal no more"
"Best bike you have"
Best bike? OFCOURSE.
It's a HARLEY DAVIDSON .



courtesy:harley-davidson.com

                                                 
                                        
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