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April 23, 2008

Mera Bharat Mahaan!

I was right, and he was wrong. It would have been a major accident, if we had not stopped our cars at the right moment. I asked him, what was wrong with him? And he replied, keep going! I stopped my car to warn him, and this time he deliberately came and hit my car from the behind. Thankfully nothing happened to my car, but I hated his arrogance. He is one among those illiterate and uncivilized people who drive taxis in Chennai. I asked him to stop, but he kept going. I ran with a stone in my hand (the scene was indeed funny) and another feet I would have broken his glass pane. He stopped. I took his owner’s phone number and called him. He said, these things keep happening. I surely would have kept going if it were an accident. But this piece of shit hit me deliberately. The company’s name is Mass Travels in Chennai. I am mentioning the name so that someday when the owner’s son googles for his father company, he should know that his father should have rather pimped his wife to earn money than running a irresponsible business with the help of criminals.

I at once understood that I was already wasting my time, money and energy. But still I wanted to push it forward. I noted down his number. He refused to come to the police station, and few other drivers accompanied him now to help the driver. And my sister, 3 children, and myself stood there like fools.

I dropped my sister and her children at the bus stand, as they wanted to go somewhere else. And my 5-year-old daughter and myself went to the nearby police station. I could have very well left my daughter at home before going to the police station. But then I wanted her to learn the sick Indian system at this early age, so that - like many of us – she doesn’t start having faith and belief in this non-performing hypocritical Indian system and society.

As usual the officers there looked at me with the maximum lethargy a human form can ever reach. I explained them what really happened. This police station is just 2 kms away from where the incident happened. But he said – it doesn’t come under our jurisdiction. And asked me to contact another police station, which is was 5 kms away. I knew the music has already begun.

I filled petrol and reached the other police station. The energy was better than the previous one. I explained the new police about the real incident. He asked, was there any damage to your car. I said no. Even if there was, that is not my concern. My concern was that fu**** hit me deliberately. He said, he understands my stand, but I should not give complaint like that. He referred me to the RTO department now saying, tell them a taxi driver hit my car, the damage is high, and he didn’t stop after hitting.

I reached the RTO office now. I explained the 3rd person about the incident. And he asked, was there any damage. I said no. He replied,” then it is law and order case. You need to go where you came from.” Now I understood why the 2nd guy told me about serious damage part. They all have one thing in common – they don’t want to register a case. May be because it involves a lot of work for them.

The RTO SI was trying to be friendly to me now. I explained to him - that I am not here to claim any insurance but to do my duty as a citizen. I don’t want any crime to go unseen or unheard. He was getting a bit spiritual now. He said, “if he has done a mistake - God will punish him.” He also added that, “you have wasted your time, petrol, money and effort to get into this (I knew that from the very beginning). You could have very well gone home.” I really admired his guts to say such an enlightening statement. I never knew that if God was there to punish the criminals, why were these khakhi-clad jokers given salaries? Why am I forced to pay Rs 33 of every Rs 100 I make?

He called the driver over the phone, and told me he will warn him. Wow..that was wonderful instant judgment. The next time you hit somebody accidentally or deliberately go home and sleep peacefully. Nothing will or can happen to you.

Let me finish this blog with my school day prayers –

India is my country
All Indians are my brothers and sisters
I love my country and its rich heritage….blah blah blah….

Posted by Kenni at April 23, 2008 12:02 PM

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