Rabin Das' Investigative Blog

Commissioner Nagarkar (my boss) called me to his office today. Usually that means that some special requires my attention. The timing couldn’t be worse. Early Monsoon is coming to Mumbai and I have to trim the rose bushes at HQ. The gardening help here is pretty useless, and it is up to me to ensure that the blooms survive the lashing monsoon rains. Well, duty first.

It turns out that his friend, the Chairman of the BCCI wants me to accompany the Indian Cricket Team for a high profile match with Pakistan. Now I don’t follow Cricket much, but even I know that an India-Pakistan match is BIG deal. Don’t know exactly what the expectations from me are, and normally a new experience like this would have excited me.

But not this time. The match is in London.

I lost my father in London all those years ago…and I don’t think I am ready to face that place yet.

I don’t know. It’s been almost 40 years since that happened and I should move on.

But it’s so difficult. That 9 year old boy who saw his father being killed by Goons, is still within me. I hate to say it, but probably he is in the driver’s seat.

I told Ma about it. She said nothing. Just got up and left.

I think I will decline this mission. I am happy here in Mumbai. I have avoided going to London for so many years. I can continue to do so.

I will talk to Ma tomorrow and tell her.

Good Night.