I went to the Vile Parle East Police Station in Mumbai.I entered the police station cautiously.
There were policemen all around, some vans and of course criminals.

I got stares from many people. I guess they were wondering what a girl like me was doing at the police station. After all, I didn’t look like a criminal, did I? Lol. I chuckled inwardly. Yes I was nervous and my insides were squirming, but I put on a blank face anyway.

Ignoring stares, I asked a policeman where I could file a complaint about my laptop being stolen.

I was shown the way to the desk where I could file a complaint. For initial 10 mins while I waited, no one paid attention to me. Policemen were scuttling all around, busy with their work.

I cleared my throat, trying to draw their attention.

Finally one of the policemen, a constable,  looked at me “Yes Madam? How can I help you?” he asked

I told him in brief about how my laptop was stolen.

He asked me to wait. He called his superior to speak to me. His name was Inspector Rakesh Jadhav.

They all listened to my story. Insp Rakesh Jadhav was writing down whatever I was speaking. They nodded sympathetically at me.

Aunty- The owner of the PG I was staying at- was called to the station by the police.

She was fired and questioned by the police as to how could she allow a person like Aarti Yadav to stay at her place without any documents or identity proof.

Now as we all know, Aunty was a superb actress. She cried her crocodile tears and behaved like she
was an ignorant old lady who didn’t know the rules properly.

The police detained her and questioned her for a few hours but didn’t do anything further about her.

The next day, me and Richa set off for the police station again. There, the police called the person who had referred Aarti to Mumbai. His name is Naveen.

He was questioned in the police station too. Basically we all were trying to locate Aarti Yadav, whether she was in Mumbai or not was the question. Naveen called Aarti from his cell phone. She talked sweetly with him and

The police at first seemed to be co-operating a lot. They were polite with me at most times. I wasn’t mistreated or spoken badly with.  Yes, Mumbai and Maharashtra police are pretty decent with women as compared to Delhi or Haryana or UP, Bihar Police who are notorious for the ill treatment of women. Don’t want to compare but it’s a fact.

But yes, soon, the co-operation started to fade. They seemed to get lazy about finding details about Aarti Yadav’s whereabouts. They still hadn’t filed an official FIR. They were polite but brushed us off each time we called. The reply was same each time. “We are trying our best Madam”

It was then that me and Richa decided to take the investigation matter in our own hands. We found out that Aarti kept meeting someone called Uved in Mumbai whilst she was at our PG.

It was important for us to find out Uved’s whereabouts to locate Aarti and know whether she was in Mumbai or not.

We soon found out a place where Uved was working. Now we didn’t want to warn Uved beforehand that we were coming. So, Richa suggested we change our names and go in search of him. At first, I thought she was crazy and ridiculed her idea and called her insane. Later on, much to her glee, I agreed with her and decided to go ahead with whatever she was thinking.

So we dressed a bit different than we usually did. I tried to smoothen my curls to look a bit sleek and Richa applied a bit more Kohl in her eyes than she usually did. Yes it was filmy. Typical Bollywood style, two foolish detectives we both set off. Richa was ‘Shaheen’ and I was ‘Simran’ (LOL)

We searched some dingy lanes of Goregaon and finally located the place. We, with full confidence outside and nervousness inside pretended to be background artists looking for work and asked for Uved and told that we wished to see him. The woman interviewing us looked a bit suspiciously at us but seemed to believed in our story anyway.

After a full 10 mins of a talk leading to no where, she told us Mr. Uved didn’t work there full time anymore. We were a tad disappointed, but she did tell us that he worked at his own travel agency setup in Jogeshwari now. She gave us his number and address.

Me and Richa looked at one another. We were tired and exhausted but we decided not to give up, especially now that we knew where Uved was.We called him up and booked an appointment with him. Once we found Uved. it would be clear whether Aarti was still in Mumbai or had run off to her home in Jabalpur with my Laptop.

Like two crazy, tired but determined girls, we both set off, finally to search for Uved.

What happened next? Did we locate Aarti? Some more shocking details are awaiting you in the next post.

Catch you guys soon.

Till then,

Dream, Imagine, Be Crazy, Be You.

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0 thoughts on “Mumbai Diaries Part 3”
  1. Hi so difficult to believe this was all real and so frightening if it was … a young girl taking unnecessary risks and spending time that coluld be MUCH better utilized in construcgtive activities … let go of that laptop and don't try to uncover bricks in the mud, it will only show you a much dirtier world that you never suspecgted existed.In the immortal words of Dr. Rajeev Joshi, ' Kade kade ni katuyaa ' Find your OWN level people and stay with them. This way is WAY frighteneing for me … ! Sorry. But there it is. If you love somebody very much, you feel TOTALLY protective about that person …Of course it this all is your imagination, then kudos because you succeeded in frightening your Uncle into nail biting tension …Having said that, I do believe that the Divine Mother who loves me does everything for MY good … which INCLUDES your good naturally …Okay, enough said.

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