My daughtet in law went out on an errand this morning. She was stopped by
traffic police on the way.
Police : Madamme, where is your helmet ?
DIL : I don’t know. ( She had no idea if she left it in our house, clinic
or in the flat)
Police : OK. whose scooter is this ?
DIL : I don’t know. ( She had no idea if the scooter was registered in my
name or Ashwin)
Police : OK Where are you going ?
DIL : I don’t know. ( She had no idea about the name of the office or the
area it was located. Ashwin gave the location on google and she was
heading towards the pin.)
Police : OK where did you come from ?
DIL : I don’t know. (The place where I stay is recognised by different
names by different agencies. Panchayat calls it ‘Curti’ , the name of the
village. The electricity dept calls it ‘Mestawada’, the place where our
feeder transformer is located. The gas people call it ‘J C Nagar’, our
house is on their JC Nagar route. Aishwarya doesn’t know any of these.)
The police officer did not know what to do. He had to deal with a terribly
frightened, (Getting caught by traffic police is one of her nightmares)
sweating and helpless looking lady who did not know anything !
By then his sight fell on a large envelope which was in the glove
compartment.
Police : (pointing to the envelope) What is that ?
DIL : Parcel .
Police : (Thanking his stars and offering a silent prayer for being able to
elicit an andwer) Where are you taking it ?
DIL : To the courier office.
Police : Let me see. (Taking a look at the to and from address) Who is
Ashwin Mysore ?
DIL : My husband.
Police : (Pointing to the ‘from’ address) Is this your address ?
DIL : Yes.
Police, now fully relieved, noted her name, our address and issued
a challan for Rs 100.
I got a message on my mobile immediately but had to wait till she
returned for the whole story.
It was worth the wait !
1 comment:
Police have their own funda who to stop, we common people don't understand.
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