THERE is no poetry or romance about Arun Gulab Gawli. With the Gandhi cap perched at a politically correct angle, this unassuming, diminutive 43-year-old does not come through as the man who challenged Dawood Ibrahim's supremacy in Mumbai's underworld. But then Gawli is known to be cold and ruthless. And though he says he has taken sanyas from the underworld, the armed lookouts on his terrace at Dagdi Chawl tell quite a different story. Released from jail after seven years, Gawli is at the crossroads: he can either try to reassert his supremacy or call it a day and turn to social work—and perhaps join politics. He seems to be toying with the latter option.