So here’s what happened... Anand and I are sitting in the back seat of a limousine, engrossed in deep conversation. Anand happens to be a canteen boy who, on days when not lounging inside fancy cars, serves me tea at my office desk. Coming back; we are having a chat. He tells me that he lives in Mulund, in the same society where fat Arun (friend/copywriter/fool) lives. I am happy to know. To my surprise, he also informs me that Vanburn, another dear friend, who I blindly believed was a resident of IC colony in Borivali, also lives in his building. Treachery!
Cut to, Anand giving me a long spiel on how much of a jerk Van is. Me being me, I take up the cudgels for Van and defend him vehemently. Nothing shakes Anand; he still hates Dear Friend.
All this is fine, but there is a twist. The limousine we are sitting in is not ours. Of course. It belongs to a notorious gangster who has taken us hostage! His rookie is driving the limo, and there are two other demi-gangsters in the front seat with him. For some reason he decides to interrupt our war of words. He points a gun at us and says, “It’s time. Marne ke liye taiyaar ho jao!” The bullet leaves the muzzle. We yelp for help. (Check out the rhyme :D)
All this is fine, but there is a twist. The limousine we are sitting in is not ours. Of course. It belongs to a notorious gangster who has taken us hostage! His rookie is driving the limo, and there are two other demi-gangsters in the front seat with him. For some reason he decides to interrupt our war of words. He points a gun at us and says, “It’s time. Marne ke liye taiyaar ho jao!” The bullet leaves the muzzle. We yelp for help. (Check out the rhyme :D)
The bullet does not reach us; instead it hangs in mid-air! BECAUSE? Because….hahahaha… my friend Van has arrived at the spot in the nick of time, and put a transparent Life Cloak around us. Much like apna Invisibility Cloak.
The scene now moves outside the limo. We are in a dark, desolate alley. Setting: three gunmen, two victims, one superhero saviour. Mysteriously, he is now accompanied by a male and female accomplice. Their faces, I cannot see.
Anand is safe, thanks to Van's Life Cloak. Dekha! Dekha Anand! But somehow its powers are beginning to drain out on me. Gangster pulls out his gun again. I fall to the ground at the sight of the weapon. Before I can be shot, two hands lunge at my legs from under the limousine and slither me in. (I presume it’s the other guy with Van). Seconds later I am pushed out; however, this time I have a gigantic bulge below my breasts. Yes, yes, I have been knocked up.
Gangster drops his gun and says, “She’s pregnant! Now we can’t kill her!” Hmm…smart rapist.
Bad boys and good boys make a deal. They won’t kill us; instead, they want some stuff to sniff. And as luck would have it, I was carrying cocaine!!!
“You are a pregnant woman, cops won’t suspect you. You HAVE to deliver it to our office.”
Damn.
So I go to the gangsters’ office escorted by Van’s chicklet (face still not visible). I reach the office and spot Poulomi’s roommate. She is a journalist this time around, and I have to be very discreet while dealing in drugs. She is excited to see me. I am not. Quietly I slip the packet of cocaine into one of the many gangsters’ hands.
The packet of cocaine looks like a green, four rupees railway coupon.
P.S: After a very long time I had taken a local train that day. Rest of the dream, I cannot explain.
