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The 'boys will be boys' culture extends to condoning each crime they commit.

A few years ago, three friends had come over to my place for a sleepover. After chatting late into the night, we slept, looking forward to waking up leisurely.

Around six in the morning, I was rudely woken up by the sound of someone banging at the door and shouting. When I stepped out of my room, my grandmother told me, earlier that morning when she had gone to keep the trash out, she saw someone lying without his shirt, outside the door. She mistook him to a drunk.

Aside from what she told me, I knew nothing about the man. I called the police immediately. An hour of high drama ensued. After some time, I opened my wooden door (beyond which was another grilled one) and there was nobody outside.I phoned my neighbours to ask if they knew anything.

One of them smirked and said he might have been a "friend" of mine. Another said he had seen him get into an auto.

By the time the police arrived, having taken their own sweet time as usual, a neighbour had found the guy. Two of my friends stayed with my grandmother at home, while a friend and I went to the police station.

We discovered that the man was on the run after having crashed his car into an auto in an inebriated state. The meaning of "being wasted" had never struck me so literally; the man had been so drunk that he had come to my house, assuming it was his own, and banging on the doors to be let in.

Even when he regained consciousness he remained impervious to his surroundings. When he finally came to his senses, he took an auto and fled.

At the police station, looking at the sunk-in dented front of his shiny car, the police started tch-tch'ing about what a pity it was that such a thing should happen to an "achche ghar ka ladka", "a boy (who was really a full grown man) from a good home".

Upon seeing me there, the culprit sarcastically said, "Here comes the harassed lady." And his friend started explaining why the culprit deserved my sympathy, immediately resorting to sarcasm when I refused to indulge him.

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