Crime Factory

Sallu…..

Hey Sallu….

hmmmm….

Where is the money?

I don't know...

Mother fucker….

Tell me.. -Aaaah.

Where's the money? -Aaaah !!!

Tell me you son of a bitch.. Where is the money? Where?

Tell me..where is the money mother fucker?-

Where is the money?...

Well, that's exactly what every inhabitant of my slum has been asking since decades

Where is the money?

These five...Panja Tigers..

Sallu Panja, Bikroo Panja, Ajjal Panja, Pappu Panja and Bulbul Panja..

Ever since they learnt to speak..

They too have been asking..

Where is the money?

They weren’t brothers..

But added the surname Panja..

because they were five.

This is me….Crime Factory…..

Some journalist had sometime nicknamed me so..

And the name stayed with me..

Crime Factory

Every inhabitant of mine starts and ends the day with the same question..…

Where is the money?

And when guys like these five who're orphaned, unwanted..

and thrown into garbage bins and drains and left to die..

take me for their home,

by the time they reach the age of 18 or 20. they learn

how to make easy money.

The illegal business of weed in the entire slum,

was run by Narsing Yadav.

these guys....7,780 Rupees

What’s with you Sallu?

Not interested in the business these days eh?

What's the matter?

They are more interested in

prostitutes Sheela and Chameli these days

Fires under their bellies...

...uncontrollable fires..

Don't fuck your lives visiting those whores..

concentrate on the business.

Isn’t business too a whore bhai?

where do we get customers every day !!

Bhai..

those cops..

just pay their commissions..

they keep hunting us down otherwise...

Oh these bloody cops...

...seriously..

Hey Bulbul...!!

Are you nuts ?

Is this a bloody toy?

it’s a gun from the British Era…

It's an ANTIKEE...ANTIKEE

Hey Laddu… - Yes bhaiya..

Here..

Keep this damn thing in….

Bhaiya...ANTIKEE..??

Then, where's Uncle's?

It's not Uncle and Aunty dumbo..

Antikee...

Meaning Historical….

Go and keep it in..Go

It's from here, to the rich and the poor, junkies in parts of the city

that Narsinng Yadav supplied weed to.

Or rather, these boys used to supply it for him.

The educated ones from my slum say that the path taken by these boys was wrong.

But how would these boys know which path was right..

The path that filled their stomachs...

was the path they took...

right or wrong

To the one who preaches what's right and what's wrong

You're a worthless dumb ass

To hell with all your "rights"

We give a damn

You burp 36 times a day,

..and fart all day long.

And you preach on hunger and thirst

Feel the fire of hunger first

Fire of hunger, fire of hunger

Why was I born ?

Why am I still alive ?

All I have are questions

with no answers whatsoevr

And till the time you don’t have the answers dumbo,

I reject your claim of you being right and me being wrong

To the one who preaches what's right and what's wrong

You're a worthless dumb ass

To hell with your "right"

We give a damn

You burp 36 times a day,

..fart all day long.

And you preach on hunger and thirst

Feel the fire of hunger first

Fire of hunger Fire of hunger...!!

The elders from the slum say that the inhabitants from here are like cats,

and the cops like dogs.

The dogs were always jealous of the cats..

as the cats could get into houses to steal some bread

while the dogs had to wait for someone to throw some bread for them.

And it so happens at times that the cat comes out with it’s loot ,

and the dog pounces on it.

The poor cat gets trapped.

Bhai…Pappu..

Oh nothing to worry about… I’ve reached a compromise…

But bhai.. pappu..

Hey told you...reached a compromise.. He'll be back in 2 hours..let's go.

Bhai…

Come now...... -Pappu's all alone -Oh come on now...

He'll be back in an hour or two… ..come let’s go..

It really was so very easy for Narsing Yadav to compromise.

Pappu wasn't worth anything for him

Hey Sallu…

the next time,

we'll screw him..

the cop.

You….you’re gonna screw him eh?

Shit….no….shit…

If you really want to screw anyone, screw him...…

Screw Narsing Yadav

What?..

Scared huh?

Huh?

Huh?

He's THE Narsing Yadav bro…

That's it..!!

He scares the shit out of us !!

and untill we remain scared, he'll keep fucking us..the mother fucker !!

We carry the e ntire risk of the business is on our heads,

But it's that mother fucker who earns in thousands

Why ?

Because we’re fucking scared

You wanna screw, screw him !!

But…how bro?

We’re gonna strike a deal with Mughle Azam Chacha directly….

We’ll charge a lesser commission…

From now on, Narsing Yadav's brokerage..

and business..

to hell with them.

The speciality of my drain is that, you find a crying abandoned baby in it,

or a dead cop's corpse..

nobody gets an answer to any question from anybody.

The maximum business of weed in the city was run by Chacha

Around 8 to 10 people like Narsing Yadav,

worked as Chacha's commission agents

Naah Sallu…

You...

It's beyond you kidos...

Let it be.

Give us a chance Chacha...

Chances are given when...

even if you fall,

there's a possibility of getting up again.

And..

me...

I don't intend to take a fall.

He who needs the support of crutches fears falling Chacha…

we are eagles…

we know flying high !!

But then Chacha..

The entire business of Narsing Yadav,

runs on the network created by us kidos, right?

Well a Network is good…

But in this business you need balls … real balls….

the balls to deal with the cops and other dangers,

..the balls to tame them.

Those, Narsing has…

You guys're still kidos…

He who fears losing something lacks balls Chacha…

what comes in to us is like thin air..

and what goes out is like fart..

and who cares about air and fart? They keep coming and going.

Who the fuck are you? A poet?

Ha ha...None of us here is a poet Chacha…

and that’s why we don't waste our time taming the cops or dangers…

..we just finish them off !!

Finish them off?

Have you still not got the news of the dead cop...

in Crime Factory's drain??

Start work from tommorrow !!

Boom boom boom goes the drum

Boom boom boom goes the drum..

If time tries to tame you, snatch the rope and set yourself free

Break all shackles that bind you And pay back with the same force

You're a baby snake And the world a snake charmer

Bite him and throw his flute away

You're a treasure And the world a thief

Twist and throttle his neck And give him a tight slap

You are the writer of your own destiny

You yourself are the role model for your life

Oh..You are God.... Create your own destiny

Break open all the locks Shatter all the chains..Shatter them all

Boom boom boom goes the drum….

Boom boom boom goes the drum

Snatch the rope and set youself free

Break all shackles and Pay back with the same force

Hey Bikroo…