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“I’m a citizen!”

There was once a boy named Jee, who studied in Madras. While in this college, he met another boy, slightly older, called Diwali. The two got along rather well, and spent a lot of time with potted plants. Indeed, it seemed quite a passion. One day, in anticipation of some very creative work for a Saturday that was to come, the two decided to attend to their plants with a couple of Jee’s friends, Dren and the Breeze. After enjoying themselves that night, Jee and Diwali decided to return home. It was two in the morning.

In Madras, no one walks around at two in the morning except incredibly pot-bellied policemen on bicycles, a hilarious sight for a normal man and patently side-splitting for our heroes. With great restraint, they passed the policeman and walked on, carrying Jee’s laptop on which they had watched some anime. Diwali liked anime, very much, and so did Jee. The policeman, however, exercised no such restraint, possibly because he liked anime but had none. Mumbling like a cow, he summoned the duo and asked them for all sorts of things. At this point, outraged by this assault upon his person, Jee, endowed by the power of botany, counter-attacked, “I am a citizen!”, he said, “I have the right to go where I want in public in this country!”. The policeman was fat, and he had a funny hat, so he responded with some accusations that Jee was drunk. Jee was not, in fact, drunk. He was in a state that the Taliban puts women in when the women are accused of adultery. Diwali, however, understands policemen at two o’ clock and the things they like to do, so with a deferential tone in his voice and a polite bow he asked forgiveness and removed both of them from the scene. The policeman stood in silence and contemplated the purpose of his life.

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