Doobspelon
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- Dec 12, 2018
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25th October 2019
This was an interesting day, to say the least. In the early morning, the meter changing guy came home. We were trying to change the meter for our tenant for long, but the department wasn’t listening to us at all. They were actually blaming us for the problem. So I went there again and again and again. And, eventually they capitulated although with a 150 rupee note in their pocket. After that, I waited maybe watched some videos, maybe wasted a lot of time and went to the ICICI bank office in the late noon close to the closing time of 4 pm. I parked my vehicle in the usual place where everyone was parking and went away to the bank. The bank staff was overwhelmed by the crowd. They weren’t listening to me at all. I waited for long and then complained to one staff member who asked me to wait for some more time after which he will personally talk to the respective members of the bank. In the end, he also said that as the staff has no time for me, I should visit some other day. I took a photo but never knew that would be my last on that phone.
Anyways, I went outside and to my shock my bike wasn’t there. I asked around and a street vendor told me that the police could have taken it. The station was about half a mile away, so I decided to walk. After asking around a lot, I finally reached the place. Two policemen were talking to each other and gossiping. They had big mustaches, and I was terrified. They could ridicule me, shame me or worse fat shame me in front of all their staff. “Why did you park there,” “what was the reason,” etc., etc. No such thing ever happened. I told them my bike was taken by their tow truck, and they asked me for papers. I told them I only had the driving license to which they agreed but only after I pay 300 rupees. To pretend that it wasn’t a bribe, they told me that internet was down today so they can’t give me the receipt. But, I can look in the register where my name and license was duly placed, they said. The other policeman told me that I am lucky; they don’t let people leave without 500, but as I don’t have a job they are doing mercy on me—all fine and dandy after all. I got my bike and went to the wholesale market to buy groceries.
Diwali, the Indian Christmas, was just in two days and so the markets were all glimmers and sunshine. I took my stuff and called my mother before leaving for home. After reaching home I was quite tired. I took out my phone to check how many steps I walked today inadvertently. But, there was no phone at all. I looked everywhere but to no avail. I was shocked and depressed at the same time. I never wanted to have extra costs and even more than that some of my files weren’t backed up. All gone now! I went back to look on the streets, the places from where I drove through but It was clear in my mind that I wasn’t getting it back anyhow. I had no idea where it fell off from my pocket so I asked a policeman whom I met while driving to the wholesale market place and he told me that I could register a complaint anywhere. I just have to say that the phone fell near their station. With that in mind, I went to the place but it was quite late and the station was abandoned except 2 or 3 kooky looking cops sitting out of which one was male. I told the lad about my problem and he said I need to come to the corner where he will tell me how exactly I can do this thing properly. In the corner side, he told me to come tomorrow and he will help me with everything. The insinuation was that I have to pay him a little to register the complaint. I was fine with that. Why would I want to waste more of my time? I went back still depressed but with a light of hope.
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All suggestions are welcomed.
This was an interesting day, to say the least. In the early morning, the meter changing guy came home. We were trying to change the meter for our tenant for long, but the department wasn’t listening to us at all. They were actually blaming us for the problem. So I went there again and again and again. And, eventually they capitulated although with a 150 rupee note in their pocket. After that, I waited maybe watched some videos, maybe wasted a lot of time and went to the ICICI bank office in the late noon close to the closing time of 4 pm. I parked my vehicle in the usual place where everyone was parking and went away to the bank. The bank staff was overwhelmed by the crowd. They weren’t listening to me at all. I waited for long and then complained to one staff member who asked me to wait for some more time after which he will personally talk to the respective members of the bank. In the end, he also said that as the staff has no time for me, I should visit some other day. I took a photo but never knew that would be my last on that phone.
Anyways, I went outside and to my shock my bike wasn’t there. I asked around and a street vendor told me that the police could have taken it. The station was about half a mile away, so I decided to walk. After asking around a lot, I finally reached the place. Two policemen were talking to each other and gossiping. They had big mustaches, and I was terrified. They could ridicule me, shame me or worse fat shame me in front of all their staff. “Why did you park there,” “what was the reason,” etc., etc. No such thing ever happened. I told them my bike was taken by their tow truck, and they asked me for papers. I told them I only had the driving license to which they agreed but only after I pay 300 rupees. To pretend that it wasn’t a bribe, they told me that internet was down today so they can’t give me the receipt. But, I can look in the register where my name and license was duly placed, they said. The other policeman told me that I am lucky; they don’t let people leave without 500, but as I don’t have a job they are doing mercy on me—all fine and dandy after all. I got my bike and went to the wholesale market to buy groceries.
Diwali, the Indian Christmas, was just in two days and so the markets were all glimmers and sunshine. I took my stuff and called my mother before leaving for home. After reaching home I was quite tired. I took out my phone to check how many steps I walked today inadvertently. But, there was no phone at all. I looked everywhere but to no avail. I was shocked and depressed at the same time. I never wanted to have extra costs and even more than that some of my files weren’t backed up. All gone now! I went back to look on the streets, the places from where I drove through but It was clear in my mind that I wasn’t getting it back anyhow. I had no idea where it fell off from my pocket so I asked a policeman whom I met while driving to the wholesale market place and he told me that I could register a complaint anywhere. I just have to say that the phone fell near their station. With that in mind, I went to the place but it was quite late and the station was abandoned except 2 or 3 kooky looking cops sitting out of which one was male. I told the lad about my problem and he said I need to come to the corner where he will tell me how exactly I can do this thing properly. In the corner side, he told me to come tomorrow and he will help me with everything. The insinuation was that I have to pay him a little to register the complaint. I was fine with that. Why would I want to waste more of my time? I went back still depressed but with a light of hope.
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All suggestions are welcomed.
