Well a good discussion on Jassi's blog was going on Eve Teasing-Street sexual harassment.
As the comments flew in from all over the last comment by Raghav went something like this:
went through quite a few blogs of that stuff………and a few things on orkut also……..girls are sad helpless creatures……….this isnt what i say, this is what most of those girls believe….how many times has even one of hem went forward and slappped the concerned person, it might not be always possible and someties its better to run than to slap but whenever they do get a chance its upto them to return the favour to guys…..if they dont do so they themselves are encouraging such a behaviour.
and yeah last but not the least eve teasing is a legal offence, how many times have these girls went to the local police station to register a complaint ???
ps : im not saying that its the girls fault or something, im just posting some stuff which i believe has not been touched in all those blogs.
Well the word police station got my attention, and I thought about our local police station.
Think about it....What does your own local police station look like, or any other that you have seen looks like??
A strange place with the overhanging police station board rusting away. A cot outside for the policewallahs to relax in sun duing winters and nights during summers. A small entrance, beyond which one can see faint light coming, or sometimes pitch dark. Usually the policemen in their undershirts and khakhi pants yawning and coming out for fresh air.
The place gives a creepy feeling. Leave aside the look on the policewallahs themselves, which is as if they are ready to harass anyone. They give a feeling of criminals in uniform, on the prowl. Till date, I haven't met even a single policeman who seemed to be giving a "feel of safety".
So how can anyone even think of getting near them for a complaint; getting inside that dark, dingy police station is a far-fetched idea.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Movies over the weekend
What does one do when the jobs are not running on the LSF, that's the term for Linux Server Farm.
The queue position is something like this:
crnd-short pending: 41600
crnd-medium pending: 4000
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In such moments of impatience, and too on a monday one can only think about how the weekend passed away so quickly!!
Well if I start thinking.....
My weekend started with a great movie on friday evening, "SPACE STATION". Know more about this terrific 3-D movie made in association with NASA on this link:
http://www.imax.com/spacestation/
The theatre IMAX itself is huge in size and the service staff over there is really upto the higher standards. The voice quality is one of the best, and the sheer size and clarity of the picture will bring one back to the theatre time and again.
The next movie was the Oscar winner "CRASH" on saturday afternoon. A great movie which presents the racial discrimination in day today life in America. The sequence of events confuses one in the beginning but as the story unfolds the real truth come forth.
The best dialogue of the movie:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."
Then on sunday morning it was "Syriana". Another good movie, with George Clooney striking again this time with his acting skills. Syriana shows one of the reasons why I hate America!!
The movie goes about the ways which America takes to strike a successful oil deal, and the hardships people involved in the industry have to face because of all the confusion created.
And finally on sunday eve it was "Being Cyrus".
I wasn't expecting much from the movie, but still reached 3C's Lajpat Nagar.
I was here for the first time and the hall here is terrible, it smells slightly, has got a very small screen, but luckily we got a good seat.
BTW the movie is a directional debut of Homi Adajania that spins around the Sethnas, a parsi family.
The movie was unexpectedly good. There were great dialogues and acting by Saif, Naseeruddin Shah , Dimple Kapadia, Boman Irani, Simone Singh and a couple of others. The parsi touch to the movie made it all the more interesting. The comedy was excellent, and got everyone laughing from the kids in the back row of the hall to the grey haired junta besides us.
In the end the movie was quiet different, and makes it a good movie to be see at least once.
So, 4 great movies in just a weekend..................life is good.
The queue position is something like this:
crnd-short pending: 41600
crnd-medium pending: 4000
.....
...
..
In such moments of impatience, and too on a monday one can only think about how the weekend passed away so quickly!!
Well if I start thinking.....
My weekend started with a great movie on friday evening, "SPACE STATION". Know more about this terrific 3-D movie made in association with NASA on this link:
http://www.imax.com/spacestation/
The theatre IMAX itself is huge in size and the service staff over there is really upto the higher standards. The voice quality is one of the best, and the sheer size and clarity of the picture will bring one back to the theatre time and again.
The next movie was the Oscar winner "CRASH" on saturday afternoon. A great movie which presents the racial discrimination in day today life in America. The sequence of events confuses one in the beginning but as the story unfolds the real truth come forth.
The best dialogue of the movie:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."
Then on sunday morning it was "Syriana". Another good movie, with George Clooney striking again this time with his acting skills. Syriana shows one of the reasons why I hate America!!
The movie goes about the ways which America takes to strike a successful oil deal, and the hardships people involved in the industry have to face because of all the confusion created.
And finally on sunday eve it was "Being Cyrus".
I wasn't expecting much from the movie, but still reached 3C's Lajpat Nagar.
I was here for the first time and the hall here is terrible, it smells slightly, has got a very small screen, but luckily we got a good seat.
BTW the movie is a directional debut of Homi Adajania that spins around the Sethnas, a parsi family.
The movie was unexpectedly good. There were great dialogues and acting by Saif, Naseeruddin Shah , Dimple Kapadia, Boman Irani, Simone Singh and a couple of others. The parsi touch to the movie made it all the more interesting. The comedy was excellent, and got everyone laughing from the kids in the back row of the hall to the grey haired junta besides us.
In the end the movie was quiet different, and makes it a good movie to be see at least once.
So, 4 great movies in just a weekend..................life is good.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Meeting Bittal
Nishant Bittal came over to noida this saturday, along came Rands. And for the next 3 hours we had a lot of chit-chat and a bit of shopping.
In the pic below, going left to right one can find rands, myself and bittal. The bags in rands and bittal's hand may give you an idea of the shopping we were up to.
Koutons is doing a great job giving huge discounts of 50%+40%, so that hum bhookhe nange bachche bhi kuch pahan sakein.
Chit chat was the usual idhar ki baat udhar.
Most of you must be by now familiar withidhar ki baat.
Well I heard some couple of interesting udhar ki baat.
(I don't guarantee the validity of the events that I will be telling over here, as I have myself heard them from bittal)
Five of my junior friends including deva went out for a couple of drinks in the village behind our campus. They drank some, got drunk and bought some more.
At the bar they had a fight with one of the locals and of course it led to fist fight and our 5 heroes overpowered the local and beat him up. All smiles they were returning to the campus with loads of beer along.
Suddenly the police came out from nowhere along with the local. Getting the right opportunity 3 of my friends fled with the beer.
The police caught up with the remaining 2 including deva. But our heroes were still in the dreams and broke out a fight with the police too. After some punches landing here and there the police overpowered them, but one of my friends also succeeded in fleeing away. Again deva left behind!!
The police took out its anger on deva and beat him black and blue in the station; till dihing's caretaker came to him rescue.
Bittal found him sometime after midnight roaming on the corridors of kapili with cream all over his face. Thinking he must have got really drunk,
Bittal asked: "jyada pee li hai kya?"
Deva: "Nahi yaar, Saalon ne bahut maara"
lol!!!
The story doesn't end here.
All five of them have been detained for 8 months by the DISCO (not the usual cool place to chill out but the much feared Disciplinary Commitee).
Deva went home just after the decision to recover from the shock. The DISCO dispatched the letters of their decision to the defaulters home. Someone informed deva about this action, and deva told "main sambhaal loonga yaar".
Deva caught up with the post just in time and hid the letter. Everything was under control. Deva went off for sleep....zzzz.....
Only to be woken up by his father....the letters had also reached the home of the other 4. One of the parents got worried and thought this was too hard a punishment, and rang up deva's father to support him for requesting pardon.
lol!!
Deva al last got caught in his own web. Best of luck deva!
Another news is that Vamsi fell out from the 3 rd floor as told by bittal and got his leg broken seriously. Supposedly he was drunk and slipped.
Towards the end of our meet we also went to an Adidas store. Saw this great looking official world cup football which is worth possessing. The cost : Rs. 4500.
Bittal told me that its much cheaper in Europe, so I request anyone who is heading in that direction to get one for me.
Bye,
NCR reporter.
In the pic below, going left to right one can find rands, myself and bittal. The bags in rands and bittal's hand may give you an idea of the shopping we were up to.
Koutons is doing a great job giving huge discounts of 50%+40%, so that hum bhookhe nange bachche bhi kuch pahan sakein.
Chit chat was the usual idhar ki baat udhar.
Most of you must be by now familiar withidhar ki baat.
Well I heard some couple of interesting udhar ki baat.
(I don't guarantee the validity of the events that I will be telling over here, as I have myself heard them from bittal)
Five of my junior friends including deva went out for a couple of drinks in the village behind our campus. They drank some, got drunk and bought some more.
At the bar they had a fight with one of the locals and of course it led to fist fight and our 5 heroes overpowered the local and beat him up. All smiles they were returning to the campus with loads of beer along.
Suddenly the police came out from nowhere along with the local. Getting the right opportunity 3 of my friends fled with the beer.
The police caught up with the remaining 2 including deva. But our heroes were still in the dreams and broke out a fight with the police too. After some punches landing here and there the police overpowered them, but one of my friends also succeeded in fleeing away. Again deva left behind!!
The police took out its anger on deva and beat him black and blue in the station; till dihing's caretaker came to him rescue.
Bittal found him sometime after midnight roaming on the corridors of kapili with cream all over his face. Thinking he must have got really drunk,
Bittal asked: "jyada pee li hai kya?"
Deva: "Nahi yaar, Saalon ne bahut maara"
lol!!!
The story doesn't end here.
All five of them have been detained for 8 months by the DISCO (not the usual cool place to chill out but the much feared Disciplinary Commitee).
Deva went home just after the decision to recover from the shock. The DISCO dispatched the letters of their decision to the defaulters home. Someone informed deva about this action, and deva told "main sambhaal loonga yaar".
Deva caught up with the post just in time and hid the letter. Everything was under control. Deva went off for sleep....zzzz.....
Only to be woken up by his father....the letters had also reached the home of the other 4. One of the parents got worried and thought this was too hard a punishment, and rang up deva's father to support him for requesting pardon.
lol!!
Deva al last got caught in his own web. Best of luck deva!
Another news is that Vamsi fell out from the 3 rd floor as told by bittal and got his leg broken seriously. Supposedly he was drunk and slipped.
Towards the end of our meet we also went to an Adidas store. Saw this great looking official world cup football which is worth possessing. The cost : Rs. 4500.
Bittal told me that its much cheaper in Europe, so I request anyone who is heading in that direction to get one for me.
Bye,
NCR reporter.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Something from Home
Well I talked about my friends and colleagues and what not in my blogs but missed my cute little tuffy.
The breed is Lhasa Apso, age is almost 8 years but young at heart, barks and gets mad for every male species around, but gets cozy and wags his tail for any female ones around; kind of eve teasing. lol!
The breed is Lhasa Apso, age is almost 8 years but young at heart, barks and gets mad for every male species around, but gets cozy and wags his tail for any female ones around; kind of eve teasing. lol!
Friday, March 17, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Rights of a Pro
Recetly I came across prostitutes fighting over for their rights, gays fighting for their own, movies being released to support the idea and what not.
Then I came across this "abla naari" (helpless bitch) whom we call Rands. The demand of this lolita can been seen in the hungry eyes of anpad and valli.
Caution: Don't get naughty with the pic.
Recetly I came across prostitutes fighting over for their rights, gays fighting for their own, movies being released to support the idea and what not.
Then I came across this "abla naari" (helpless bitch) whom we call Rands. The demand of this lolita can been seen in the hungry eyes of anpad and valli.
Caution: Don't get naughty with the pic.
Have a great Holi
I start my wishes with a great message for the workaholics.
The moral of the passage for those who couldn't even get the time to read it:
"Live life to the fullest, enjoy every moment to come. Even god is not sure whether there will be a tomorrow. And read the passage it won't take much time."
Now the colourful wihses,
I start my wishes with a great message for the workaholics.
The moral of the passage for those who couldn't even get the time to read it:
"Live life to the fullest, enjoy every moment to come. Even god is not sure whether there will be a tomorrow. And read the passage it won't take much time."
Now the colourful wihses,
Friday, March 10, 2006
Takel's Visit
So at last Takel visited Delhi, and at last after months we all NCR region people had a purpose to have a get-together.
Well although we ST (my company) junta dosen't need a reason to do so, but its not the same with all the others, "they have got a job to do yaar!!".
And the venue none other than right under booba's belly!!
I meant at his house. He also had a sad story. Just a few months into the job, Booba was having his so called team building training. His team was running against time and he was the person who had the responsibilty in the end to take his team to the winning position. So he took a giant leap in the air and landed with a seriously injured foot. Later to be diagnosed as multiple fracture.
Well now what we think is:
Booba was the person who was runnning the last lap of the race. suddenly he hears the most desirable girl of his office shouting with all her energy "come on booba come on!!!!! u can do it!!!". Hearing this booba pushed the accelerator to the limit and dived towards the finish line. That was the end.......
Anyways, one shouldn't laugh at his story, he will feel bad. He is almost recovered. Doctors have told him to put his partial weigth on that leg. (What will the other leg think lifting the rest of 80kgs alone!!!). Yes he has gained 10 kgs in all those days.
Not boring you all any more here are the pics sequentially put.
As always Booba was on phone, very busy......In the pic other than boobs in orange, u can find me, rands, deepok, funky, cadi, bhuppi and takel.
The new entry here is jonny or ZON.
Yes this is the pic in which every one is so happy beacuse cadi is cut out from the pic. Poor cadi, he gave one last attempt to get his face in there.....lol!!!
Anyways he is the riched of us all with a saving of 1 lakh in PPF and more than that left out.
Jhuppy joined us late in the evening. Then we went out to have some drinks and watch out for girls at Priya.
Inside the Bar.
And yes Rands really savours the taste of hard drinks now. Returns home drunk and falls down on his bathroom floor. Has also made his mark on his manager (More of seduced him with his G); in the recent appraisals got an expected A.
Bhupee and myself.
Delhi roads.....
But anywhere, anytime takla had his way through to the peeing sessions!!
Finally the night at Jhonnys place. Didn't had much to drink. Just a peg of Teacher's whisjey and that too in steel glasses.
The whole night takel spent chatting with funky. I was feeling too damn tired so dozed off somewhere around 1:00am.
But my sleep was frequently broken by funky's laughter, and whatever i heard was their frustation with job and girls.
So in the morning I was told that really they were discussing girls the whole night. And finally they have decided to try their best to get a girl by this year end, otheriwse they will be off to Bangkok and loose their virginity!!!
Lol!!!!
So at last Takel visited Delhi, and at last after months we all NCR region people had a purpose to have a get-together.
Well although we ST (my company) junta dosen't need a reason to do so, but its not the same with all the others, "they have got a job to do yaar!!".
And the venue none other than right under booba's belly!!
I meant at his house. He also had a sad story. Just a few months into the job, Booba was having his so called team building training. His team was running against time and he was the person who had the responsibilty in the end to take his team to the winning position. So he took a giant leap in the air and landed with a seriously injured foot. Later to be diagnosed as multiple fracture.
Well now what we think is:
Booba was the person who was runnning the last lap of the race. suddenly he hears the most desirable girl of his office shouting with all her energy "come on booba come on!!!!! u can do it!!!". Hearing this booba pushed the accelerator to the limit and dived towards the finish line. That was the end.......
Anyways, one shouldn't laugh at his story, he will feel bad. He is almost recovered. Doctors have told him to put his partial weigth on that leg. (What will the other leg think lifting the rest of 80kgs alone!!!). Yes he has gained 10 kgs in all those days.
Not boring you all any more here are the pics sequentially put.
As always Booba was on phone, very busy......In the pic other than boobs in orange, u can find me, rands, deepok, funky, cadi, bhuppi and takel.
The new entry here is jonny or ZON.
Yes this is the pic in which every one is so happy beacuse cadi is cut out from the pic. Poor cadi, he gave one last attempt to get his face in there.....lol!!!
Anyways he is the riched of us all with a saving of 1 lakh in PPF and more than that left out.
Jhuppy joined us late in the evening. Then we went out to have some drinks and watch out for girls at Priya.
Inside the Bar.
And yes Rands really savours the taste of hard drinks now. Returns home drunk and falls down on his bathroom floor. Has also made his mark on his manager (More of seduced him with his G); in the recent appraisals got an expected A.
Bhupee and myself.
Delhi roads.....
But anywhere, anytime takla had his way through to the peeing sessions!!
Finally the night at Jhonnys place. Didn't had much to drink. Just a peg of Teacher's whisjey and that too in steel glasses.
The whole night takel spent chatting with funky. I was feeling too damn tired so dozed off somewhere around 1:00am.
But my sleep was frequently broken by funky's laughter, and whatever i heard was their frustation with job and girls.
So in the morning I was told that really they were discussing girls the whole night. And finally they have decided to try their best to get a girl by this year end, otheriwse they will be off to Bangkok and loose their virginity!!!
Lol!!!!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
My Appraisal
On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Bangalore station. At once I was held back to see someone in that position during midnight with no one around. With curiosity taking the front seat, I went near the body and tried to investigate it. There was blood all over the body which was lying face down. It seemed that a ruthless blow by the last train could have caused the end of this body which seemed to be that of a guy of around my age. Amidst the gory blood flow, I could see a folded white envelope which was fluttering in the midnight wind. Carefully I took the blood stained envelope and was surprised to see the phrase "appraisal letter" on it. With curiosity rising every moment, I wasted no time in opening the envelope to see if I can find some details about the dead guy. The tag around the body's neck and the jazzy appraisal cover gave me the hint that he might be a software engineer. I opened the envelope to find a shining paper on whic h the appraisal details where typed in flying colours. Thund! ers broke into my ears and lightening struck my heart when I saw the appraisal amount of the dead guy!!!!! My God, it was not even, as much as the cost of the letter on which the appraisal details were printed.... My heart poured out for the guy and huge calls were heard inside my mind saying "no wonder, this guy died such a miserable death"... As a fellow worker in the same industry , I thought I should mourn for him for the sake of respect and stood there with a heavy heart thinking of the shock that he would have experienced when his manager had placed the appraisal letter in his hand. I am sure his heart would have stopped and eyes would have gone blank for few seconds looking at the near to nothing increment in his salary.
While I mourned for him, for a second my hands froze to see the employee's name in the appraisal letter... hey, what a strange co-incidence, this guy's name is same as mine, including the initials. This was interesting. With some mental strength, I turned the body upside down and found myself fainted for a second. The guy not only had my name, but also looked exactly like me. Same looks, same built, same name.... it was me who was dead there!!!!!!!! While I was lost in that shock, I felt someone patting on my shoulders. My heart stopped completely, I could not breathe and sprung in fear to see who was behind......... splash!!! Went the glass of water on my laptop screen as I came out of my wild dream to see my manager standing behind my chair patting on my shoulder saying, "wake up man. Come to meeting room number two. I have your appraisal letter ready"
On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Bangalore station. At once I was held back to see someone in that position during midnight with no one around. With curiosity taking the front seat, I went near the body and tried to investigate it. There was blood all over the body which was lying face down. It seemed that a ruthless blow by the last train could have caused the end of this body which seemed to be that of a guy of around my age. Amidst the gory blood flow, I could see a folded white envelope which was fluttering in the midnight wind. Carefully I took the blood stained envelope and was surprised to see the phrase "appraisal letter" on it. With curiosity rising every moment, I wasted no time in opening the envelope to see if I can find some details about the dead guy. The tag around the body's neck and the jazzy appraisal cover gave me the hint that he might be a software engineer. I opened the envelope to find a shining paper on whic h the appraisal details where typed in flying colours. Thund! ers broke into my ears and lightening struck my heart when I saw the appraisal amount of the dead guy!!!!! My God, it was not even, as much as the cost of the letter on which the appraisal details were printed.... My heart poured out for the guy and huge calls were heard inside my mind saying "no wonder, this guy died such a miserable death"... As a fellow worker in the same industry , I thought I should mourn for him for the sake of respect and stood there with a heavy heart thinking of the shock that he would have experienced when his manager had placed the appraisal letter in his hand. I am sure his heart would have stopped and eyes would have gone blank for few seconds looking at the near to nothing increment in his salary.
While I mourned for him, for a second my hands froze to see the employee's name in the appraisal letter... hey, what a strange co-incidence, this guy's name is same as mine, including the initials. This was interesting. With some mental strength, I turned the body upside down and found myself fainted for a second. The guy not only had my name, but also looked exactly like me. Same looks, same built, same name.... it was me who was dead there!!!!!!!! While I was lost in that shock, I felt someone patting on my shoulders. My heart stopped completely, I could not breathe and sprung in fear to see who was behind......... splash!!! Went the glass of water on my laptop screen as I came out of my wild dream to see my manager standing behind my chair patting on my shoulder saying, "wake up man. Come to meeting room number two. I have your appraisal letter ready"
Indian police at their best
No, I am not talking about the Jessica Lal case or even the Salman Khan case. I am talking about our recent interaction with Indian police.
As our office bus was passing through a congested area, it banged into a car.
The bang woke up a few of the sleeping passengers including the conductor. And his first reaction was same as ours, of surprise. Although his job was to look at the rear side of the bus; he was found most of the time looking but with closed eyes. The victim of the accident was a taxi. The driver came rushing out of his taxi screaming abuses to the driver.
The morning show (post-accident drama) had already started, a large group of people came over at the road side PVR.
There can be various kind of persons found in such a crowd, some of which were noticeable to me:
* Curious kind : these are just curious to know the extent of damage
* Victim: of course the victims of the accident
* "nothing else to do" kind
* lets have morning exercise kind : these are ready to beat up anyone. Just a start is required or a shout "maaro maaro", which is just what I was trying to do.
* lets have fun : many of us including me and my colleagues.
So except fist fight everything else was going.
Soon the taxi driver's companions came up from somewhere. I think he called them up on mobile. All of them in blue jerseys were ready for a brawl. Our side also grew strong with all of us getting out of the bus. A third party materialized much fierce and much stronger than either of us. They were the local jats!!!!
At last the fourth party reached the scene "Indian police", laughing all the way....they shouted at some, showed their rusty guns to some and after some peace and order restored began "investigating".
The taxi-man was demanding a hefty 3000 bucks for just a rear view mirror. the driver was asking for some time so that his contractor could come and settle the matter. The police was getting restless to get their hands warm.
So it was decided that a policeman will accompany us on the bus to our office, where we will be dropped as we were getting late, and matters will be resolved with the contractor.
The taxi men followed us in 4 taxis for the next 20 kms.
After all the debates and damage analysis, the police decided that the bus contractor pay Rs. 400 to the taxi driver and 200 to them (their reward for solving the case so quickly).
So, three cheers for Indian police. They made their morning wages. The taxi drivers returned in anger as they had already spent more petrol than Rs. 400 could buy, leave aside the damage. The driver was relieved. The conductor got a good verbal bashing for sleeping off while on duty.
And I went on for the office quiet happy and amused by the event. Obviuosly, some amusement was because I reached office late with a valid reason and a long story to narrate.
No, I am not talking about the Jessica Lal case or even the Salman Khan case. I am talking about our recent interaction with Indian police.
As our office bus was passing through a congested area, it banged into a car.
The bang woke up a few of the sleeping passengers including the conductor. And his first reaction was same as ours, of surprise. Although his job was to look at the rear side of the bus; he was found most of the time looking but with closed eyes. The victim of the accident was a taxi. The driver came rushing out of his taxi screaming abuses to the driver.
The morning show (post-accident drama) had already started, a large group of people came over at the road side PVR.
There can be various kind of persons found in such a crowd, some of which were noticeable to me:
* Curious kind : these are just curious to know the extent of damage
* Victim: of course the victims of the accident
* "nothing else to do" kind
* lets have morning exercise kind : these are ready to beat up anyone. Just a start is required or a shout "maaro maaro", which is just what I was trying to do.
* lets have fun : many of us including me and my colleagues.
So except fist fight everything else was going.
Soon the taxi driver's companions came up from somewhere. I think he called them up on mobile. All of them in blue jerseys were ready for a brawl. Our side also grew strong with all of us getting out of the bus. A third party materialized much fierce and much stronger than either of us. They were the local jats!!!!
At last the fourth party reached the scene "Indian police", laughing all the way....they shouted at some, showed their rusty guns to some and after some peace and order restored began "investigating".
The taxi-man was demanding a hefty 3000 bucks for just a rear view mirror. the driver was asking for some time so that his contractor could come and settle the matter. The police was getting restless to get their hands warm.
So it was decided that a policeman will accompany us on the bus to our office, where we will be dropped as we were getting late, and matters will be resolved with the contractor.
The taxi men followed us in 4 taxis for the next 20 kms.
After all the debates and damage analysis, the police decided that the bus contractor pay Rs. 400 to the taxi driver and 200 to them (their reward for solving the case so quickly).
So, three cheers for Indian police. They made their morning wages. The taxi drivers returned in anger as they had already spent more petrol than Rs. 400 could buy, leave aside the damage. The driver was relieved. The conductor got a good verbal bashing for sleeping off while on duty.
And I went on for the office quiet happy and amused by the event. Obviuosly, some amusement was because I reached office late with a valid reason and a long story to narrate.
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