Cops and Bikers - The Way Forward

A trigger-happy cop shoots a boy for ‘stunting’.

Never mind that he was sitting behind the one actually riding.

The boy is cremated and everyone goes on a finger pointing frenzy.

To downplay their incompetence, the officials declare war on such adrenaline junkies.

No apology, no regrets. Not even a “…keeping the recent tragedy in mind, we wish to remind our fellow citizens to mend their evil ways…”

What we get instead is the same cold bureaucratic nonsense typical of those who have lost touch with the youth of our nation.

‘Public servants’ who have let the law beat the living daylights out of whatever compassion and concern they may have felt at some point in their career.

Now they studio-hop dumping opinions about people they last had a normal conversation with in their college years. 

Eventually their hired PR agency comes to the rescue with a ‘humane’ script. 

“The heartless comments were from the heart, now lets get politically correct”

Speaking of politically correct, it is now blasphemous for the ‘public’ to empathize with the boy who got killed or with the Delhi Police.

Thus we wash our hands off from our corporate responsibility.   

Many applaud the cop for ‘taking care’ of such rabid nuisance on our otherwise dignified Delhi roads.

This lynch mob is ever present to demand instant justice whenever a sensational event takes place.

“Marro Sallay Ko!” is their mantra.

No life is sacred to them. Death equals justice.

Among many Delhi Bikers there is a smug self-righteousness that we are not like ‘them’. Those hooligans with no care for life or rules.

They deserve to be flushed out of the system.

This should teach ‘them’ a lesson. 

How dare they ruin our responsible reputation as ‘Bikers’!

Forget the innumerable times we have ridden rashly.

Forget how we applaud each other’s stupidity.

Forget how we brag about bribing our way out of a tight spot.

Forget how we jump lights to be first.

Forget how we endanger pillion riders by not insisting they wear helmets.

Forget the sheer rage we vomit on those who ‘insult’ our fragile egos.

Forget the ‘innocent’ fun we have at the expense of others.

We have a perfect scapegoat in the biker who was shot.

Then on the other hand we have the crazy cop who killed him.

To say Delhi Police inspires no confidence among Delhi Bikers would be an understatement. There is little more than contempt and curses for the men in Khaki and White.  

Who cares if they have a thankless job?

Who cares if they are exposed to crime day in day out, year after year and are still expected to stay sane?

Who cares if the neta’s treat them as their personal chowkidars and peons?

“Just catch the bad guys!” we shout.

Meaning, catch everyone who inconveniences me but go easy on me. 
Or else I’ll call my ‘tau-shau’, ‘uncle-vuncle’, ‘party-varty’!!

    

“For understanding, here’s Gandhiji with a 50 Rupee apology.”

In Delhi, you will be hard pressed to find someone who speaks favorably towards the Police.

Maybe one day Delhi Police will become famous for their credibility.    

But to expect that while we are still cursing them is sheer stupidity.

Delhi Bikers need to stop spending all their energy in proving they are better than juvenile kids on their joyrides and start making it easier for Delhi Police to do their job.

And maybe next time we see a cop we can pull over to speak graciously to them.

“Its unfortunate that boy got killed by one of your men…but just as all bikers are not hooligans we know all of Delhi Police/ Traffic Police are not out to harm us. Thank you for serving us so well!”

And just maybe, you can look them in the eye and tell them 

“I know you are with us and for us, always…I’ll do my best to do the same” 

How we deal with our falleness determines where we stand.