A policeman’s life

Right from the British days the police have been more abused than appreciated for the hard work they put in. As a retired assistant commissioner of police I am stating a few of my experiences. In February 1997 I was on leave for my elder daughter Homai’s wedding. The aadarni ceremony was being performed in the hall when at about 11.30 hours my boss, the deputy commissioner of police, traffic, telephoned to request me to go to a movie star’s bungalow where his daughter’s wedding was taking place as many VVIPs (very, very important people) and a very huge crowd was expected. I therefore......

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