Thieves at home

I arrived home today, 13th August. The bus dropped me at the station at 5 a.m. Bro had come to pick me up. I was greeted in, Chotu jumping over me all the time, mom n dad smiling. As soon as I stepped into the house I saw two bedspreads on the floor with pillows and a quilt. Dad went and lied down on it. I asked him twice, “What happened? Why are you two sleeping in the drawing room??” No one answered my questions. Jus switched the topic to me, asking me if I’d like to sleep for some time etc… So I thought I’d ask them about it a li’l later and went up to my room to have a nap. At 9 a.m. mom woke me up. When I went down stairs, the first thing my maid told me was, “There was a thief at our home last Sunday!!”
“I’m not buying any such crap outta this nut” was my reaction until I saw my mom’s facial expressions change. Slowly the incident was uncovered.
At about 3 a.m. unusually, Chotu, my doggy, was barking. Also Dad was awoken by someone’s scream on the road. My dad wakes up at the slightest sound in the night. I don’t remember any night when my dad was fast asleep, unaware of his surrounding happenings. He’s always alert. Maybe he’s got this from his 15 years of defense life. Another reason is our home being located on the outskirts keeps his mind on vigil.
Anyways, lemme proceed. Dad went into the drawing room, unfortunately, without his glasses. He could make out that someone was close to our gates and instinctively switched on the lights to have a better look. Guess that was a mistake. This weird guy standing at the gate jumped in immediately. The uncle, resident of the house opposite, says that the guy had jumped into our compound jus before dad switched on the lights.
Chotu went close to him. Of course not to bite him, he’s not that kinds at all. He’s a very sweet doggy J. Well… that was a mistake on his part.
The thief picked up two huge cement pots and threw it at poor Chotu. After that Chotu hadn’t dared to come out from his hiding till morning ;).
Well… this guy, I mean the thief, had jumped in with stones in hand, and started banging the door. We’ve got strong collapsible gates at the main entrances. So he cudn’t do much about it.
By then dad woke up mom, picked up the Tata Walky and went upstairs to wake bro up. My dad’s really brave and I have an equally brave bro. But my mom… is scared to her wits even today. Dad tried calling the police on 100. Those people didn’t receive the call until the fourth attempt. But I’m thankful to them for answering at least at the fourth call coz it seems they arrived within minutes of the call, unlike what’s shown in the movies J.
But before they could come the thief had given up trying to break in through the door and had started shattering the glasses of the bay window. And my dad, amazing dad, started screaming at him telling him not to break the glasses.
Why not!! Our house is jus going to be 5 in November. Dad’ll have to get the glasses fixed for the second time in this span. Costly affair!! :P.
All this while mom kept screaming, initially for the neighbors. But my neighbors, wonderful ‘cowards’, were equivalent to dead people. As a matter of fact the whole colony could hear mom scream, but these neighbors of mine told us the next morning hat they’d fallen fast asleep and weren’t aware of anything that happened. That they were lying was apparent from their body language, that’s what my bro says.
Other neighbors, it seems were having wild imaginations, like probably thieves had already broken in and were torturing my family etc… arrgh!!!
But not a single soul had the guts to even switch their house lights on. I wouldn’t blame them (except for my immediate neighbors :-x) coz this is the first incident of theft in our area. And very recently a gang of dacoits had robbed a family in the center of the town. And also kinda tortured the family before the loot. It is but natural that people fear for their life.
Something surprising about the thief; when warned by dad that we’d called the police, he said, “Yeah!! Lemme in, even I want to call the police. My wife’s been murdered and dumped in the canal.”
When the police arrived he was seated at the stairs by the main door. A broken piece of glass had dug deep into his feet.
Bro had called my uncle (mom’s sister’s hubby) and mom’s bro on their cell phones. My uncle is a criminal layer in the District court. So bro thought uncle cud get help from police sooner. And uncle did arrive with an SI (Sub-Inspector).
The next day we got to know that the thief was going to be sent to some other place for a mental checkup.
When my family was facing this ordeal I was fast asleep in Bangalore knowing nothing about it. Mom and dad are still scared and aren’t able to sleep at nights.
I thank god that nothing unfortunate happened that night. As always, god has been graceful on my family and me, again.