An Ideal Wife by Sanjay Grover Page B

you, you made us like that,’ a criminal ranted while kicking me.
    ‘If you wanted you could have saved us and given us a decent life like you gave others,’ another criminal landed a punch on my face.
    I started crying for help but the Inspector wanted to teach me a lesson without realising that I was really a god.
    ‘Accha hai, pito saale ko, sab uttar jayegi and tell him to call Bhagwaan Dada to save him.’
    The hardened criminals were playing with me like a football but I was helpless without my powers. I got even more pissed with myself the moment I remembered that Bhagwaan Dada had told me to use the power of knowing people’s past very judiciously.

    Next morning, while making an internal presentation in his office, Sameer wasn’t feeling very comfortable as he sensed that something had gone wrong with me. He imagined that I was crying and asking for his help, so he stopped making the presentation and looked around but couldn’t find anything.
    After a brief pause, Sameer continued with his presentation but then again a few seconds later he heard my cries.
    ‘Did you guys hear something?’ Sameer asked his colleagues.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Nothing.’
    Sameer once again looked around only to find that his colleagues looking at him. He shook his head in disbelief and continued with the presentation but after couple of minutes he heard the cries once again.
    ‘See, that’s what I was talking about,’ Sameer spoke with more authority.
    ‘What?’ Fatty raised his voice, getting frustrated with the frequent stops.
    ‘Why can’t you guys hear these cries?’ Sameer counter-questioned.
    No one replied fearing Fatty’s wrath, as with each passing minute Fatty was getting more infuriated. They also knew that the client was about to come in half an hour to watch the same presentation.
    Realising the gravity of the situation, Sameer lingered on with the presentation but my cries kept ringing in his ears. He tried to block the ears with his hands (just like one of Gandhi’s monkeys), but that too didn’t help.
    ‘Sameer, are you okay?’ Jimmy tried to handle the situation.
    ‘Why aren’t you guys hearing anything?’ Sameer lamented.
    ‘Because there is nothing,’ Fatty replied angrily.
    Sameer was still feeling uneasy so his eyes started wandering outside the conference room through the glass panes. Not sure why but his eyes stopped at the news programme on the TV placed at the reception area. It showed footage of people arrested last night from the rave party in a famous Bandra club.
    Sameer was stunned to see that I was being thrown into the police van. He quickly came out of the conference room and ran towards the TV. Everyone else (except the boss) followed him, out of concern for Sameer.
    In a couple of minutes, Sameer came running back to the conference room and picked up his coat to leave the office.
    ‘Where are you going?’ Fatty finally lost his patience.
    ‘I need to go, my friend is in big trouble,’ Sameer replied in haste.
    ‘Have you gone mad? The client is about to come and I don’t have to emphasise the importance of this client to the company!’
    ‘Do you see anything beyond this company? My friend needs me and I have to go.’
    Sameer’s response jolted Fatty and more so when he realized the presence of many others.
    ‘I don’t mean to disrespect you sir, but there are a few things in my life which are way beyond this company. I think Jimmy can make this presentation,’ Sameer tried to minimise the impact of his outburst.
    ‘In that case, I think Jimmy should be the creative head not you,’ Fatty showed his power.
    ‘That’s up to you, sir. I know I am needed somewhere else this minute.’
    Sameer stormed out without waiting for Fatty’s reply, leaving behind a room full of flummoxed faces.

    Sameer’s barging entry into the Bandra Police Station raised an alarm among all the policemen who were still reeling under the shock of losing colleagues in a freak shootout the