Running With The Devil

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be held against you as evidence in a court of law.

He chuckled, but he’d heard those words before in the cinemas. Now, as a recruit in the Force, it just felt like enacting a scene out of a movie. Only, this was a movie of his life. The bullet which would normally spout paint or sauce on reel would certainly hurt in real. That’s not counting all the rigorous training and the dangerous life a cop in Chicago had to go through. He thought he had nothing to worry, what with his background being clean…

He breathed a sigh of relief when the news came through that the car chase had resulted in a gun battle, which had ended with his friend escaping with just a flesh wound but DiMarco getting away. The police cars appeared to have surrounded the runaway car, but the gangsters seemed to have escaped miraculously with the driver supposedly having been aware of the intentions of the police. The car was to be later found dumped near a dilapidated brewery. He noted that his seniors were having furious discussions as to how the driver had managed to get the car away to safety…

The angry whine of the bullet stunned him. He certainly wasn’t prepared for a one-on-one. He ran around a few vehicles and managed to glimpse where his attacker was. Just when he was about to call for reinforcements, who had remained outside the lot, the shooter came face-to-face with him. For a second, both looked at each other, but the gunman’s shot hit him on the left arm. The only thing he could remember was an image of the man he’d known for ages legging it….

His quick rise in the Force was no surprise to anyone. He seemed to be a clairvoyant and guessed many things beforehand. Many of the Gang’s lower-level hoodlums had been put behind bars, in close encounters by him. It was no surprise to him either, considering the contacts he had…

He looked furtively along the length of the passage. Slowly, he walked to the door and opened it. A man was looking out of the window, a man who was as fit as a fiddle, yet with a few flecks of white in his hair. He’d taken the safety catch off the gun long before. At point blank range, he pointed the gun at the man’s back. Just as he did, someone hit him on the head and the last thing he remembered was the thud of a bullet hitting something…

As he came to, he was handcuffed and in the same room. A few policemen were looking at the lifeless body of their beloved Boss and some had tears in their eyes. One of his colleagues, noticing that he was awake, came up to him and, kicking him in the chest, said in a vicious voice,

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be held against you as evidence in a court of law.

He smiled at the words. Those were the first and last significant words about the police force that he ever heard…

Fried Green Tomatoes

Food, invariably, is a 25 pound weight for me. Not literally, mind you. The side the weight is on, is the side which is more valuable for me. It swings the balance in my favour. Good food, not just food, is the ultimate Eden for me. Well, Eve in all her glory might just be the complete package. Is that expecting too much? Oh, well.

So, as I was saying, parties with great food is what makes the party great for me. The music might be bullshit, the ambience might be terrible, the company might be worse than expected, but the food is what you take home in the end. And it also decides what your plans for the next day are. You get the drift of the joke? No? Ah, forget it. The way to a man’s heart is his stomach. But the way to his stomach is through the mouth, and the taste buds certainly need to be satisfied.

You might wonder what fried green tomatoes has to do with all this. Well, it’s the name of a famous movie as well as a famous dish in the USA. It’s just food, hence the name.

So, we get back to food. I love food, but I’m very particular about it. I tend to fuss a lot, and have my own likes and dislikes. Call me kinky if you want, but I stick to my guns. I totally dislike curd and buttermilk. This tends to surprise people and go all Ooh and Aah. That is because people love all that stuff and cannot imagine people not liking it. Well, for me, it’s disgusting food, and I tend to shudder even at the sight of the semi-solid “thing”.

I love chicken done in any way, and appreciate people who serve a good meal of fried chicken. Fried chicken earns people brownie points from me. I tend not to eat mutton and other animals, but I’m not squeamish about trying anything. I like fish occassionally, prawns and crabs even.

So, I will refrain from writing further, because my thought-processes have collapsed from the strain of over-exertion. Seem to have a case of acute Writer’s Block, and cannot keep hold of my ideas. Apologize for the lack of posts.

Till then, some good blogs for you:

http://a-product-of-procrastination.blogspot.com/

http://twodogsandablog.wordpress.com/

Reasons Why We Love June…

1. I’ll be back with some new posts, which will mean I’m still motivated to continue with my blog. Yay.

2. We get our vacations now, after everyone’s done.

3. And it’ll be raining when we’re NOT going to college. Which means we’ll be sadistic and rag everyone who’s taking that mucky road to hell 😀

4. Inglourious Basterds will be out soon!

5. Kaminey will be out soon. I reiterate that I just want to watch the movie based on the name of the movie.

6. The transfer season actually makes my months 😀

7. I’ll also be doing more research on my posts. Which means that you’ll get to read less half-baked posts. But probably more boring ones. Sucks to you.