An Accidental Adventure

After a long day at work yesterday, I was going back home and while crossing a busy intersection, I banged into an Activa. It was a minor accident but these two guys insisted that I park my vehicle on the side and started demanding money for the repair. I told them that it was a genuine accident and that neither of us were breaking any rules. The Activa looked pretty new and it must've been covered by insurance. But they kept insisting that giving it for repair would mean that they wont get it back for days and that I would have to pay. And then the crowd started trickling in. Any accident in India will bring in a crowd and every idiot becomes a mediator. "Paise deke baat khatam karo!", "Police ke paas jaoge to aur kharcha hoga" etc and bull shit. At some point, I felt like ppl had started ganging up on me. That's the other thing about India. In any accident, the guy with a big or more expensive vehicle is the default culprit. On one side, we have an Activa and on the other side of the ring we have the RE Classic. Obviously galati meri hi hogi. 

By this time, I was tired and restless. I'd not been feeling well and just wanted to go home. So I tried to fold and offered 500 bucks. They said no and insisted that I accompany them to the Honda showroom and let the technician give an estimate on how much it'll cost. I dunno why but I agreed to go with them. One of the guys sat behind me to ensure that I didn't run away. All through the way, I kept making a mark of any police vehicles  around me or police men on the road. There was this constant fear of the what-if. What if they take me somewhere secluded and demand a ransom? What if they take me to an ATM and insist on being there while I withdraw the money? Like I said, I don't know why I agreed to go with them.

Thankfully (and in retrospect, luckily) they weren't that diabolical. They took me to the Honda showroom and as expected, the guy there said that it'll cost 800 bucks in just labour charges, even if there is insurance. i knew this was hogwash. They seemed to have ppl towing their line everywhere they went. I had an eerie feeling and so as a reflex I put my foot down and said Let's go to the Police. Neither of us have committed a crime. It was an accident. Let the police decide on further course of action. This unnerved at least one them - the driver. I could sense that he didn't want to go to the police. But I persisted. 

We reach the Sayajigunj station and there are four other guys waiting there for us. These guys obviously worked as a gang and this wasn't their first hunt. One guy was the good cop (aap bade ghar ke lag rahe ho, kyun police-volice ke chakkar me padte ho? 800 ki baat hai. Nipta lo!). The other was a bad cop trying to rattle the cage ("500 me kya hota? Main yeh patthar se tera bike thok dun? Fir bolunga ke 500 me theek kar lo. Chalega??"). And then there were two guys who didn't have any script lines but were just there to make it look like a crowd. I tried to maintain calm to the best of my ability. "Yeh dhamki mat do! Har police station ke bahar CCTV hota hai. Sab kuch camera me aaega". Do all stations have CCTV cameras outside? I don't know. Thankfully neither did they. The bad cop calmed down a bit. And that's when my cavalry arrived. 

My brother-in-law came straight from him office, walked up to me and just signaled me to enter the station. Didn't say a word to them. This confidence of going inside the police station further unnerved those guys. It takes a certain amount of bravado to march into the police station in this country. Suddenly, we seemed to have the upper hand. My brother-in-law knew someone who knew someone at the station, went straight to the inspector and told him what happened. Thereafter i was called in and i gave my side of the story. And finally, the original duo was called in. Now I saw genuine fear. They obviously had something to hide. They didn't want the police to get involved. The inspector asked us if a settlement could be reached. I again offered 500 but this time they agreed. The inspector asked me again if I'm sure that i want to settle the matter. That I'm  legally not liable to pay anything. But I was just exhausted now. It'd been an hour already and I just wanted to get it over with. So I agreed to pay 500. The inspector asked us to go downstairs and sign on some sort of settlement receipt which stated that we have agreed on this and that nothing else needs to be done. I confidently walked out and was ready to pay the money but now the guys were really backtracking. They didn't want any documentation to happen. Maybe he didn't have a valid driver's license, maybe he had some other pending matters with the police.. I don't know.. I don't care.. and just like that.. they walked away saying that they don't want any of my money.. and just like that I walked away as well. No money paid. A free bird trembling from a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline.

Not everything teaches you a lesson, but if you want to learn, you probably will in any situation. So what did I learn today??
  • Trust your instincts. If it tells you to call a bluff then call it. You won't always win, but at least you'll lose on your own terms and decisions. 
  • It's not about the size of the dog in a fight, it's about the size of the fight in the dog. Inhale. Exhale. Don't back down. If you're sure that you've done nothing wrong then you don't have to worry. Of course this being India, this won't work all the time. Quite often the innocents also suffers. But that's a gamble that needs to be taken. 
  • Aag ko paani ka darr banaye rakho. Just because someone is shouting at your face, doesn't mean you shout back. More often than not, the trolls only want you to react and come down to their level so that it becomes a level pigsty. Resist the urge. Keep calm. Diffuse what you can. 
  • Always know whom to call in your time of need. Family works best. Especially if you know that they are connected. In this country, who you know pretty much defines what you can do. 

P.S.: Now that I've slept over it, I've woken up wiser. I can clearly see what all I did wrong. I shouldn't have gone with them unaccompanied. It was stupid and reckless. I should have had a little more faith in the police (and my brother-in-law). Had I gone straight to police the matter would have gotten sorted a bit faster. But then again,it wouldn't have resulted in this post

An ode to mother tongue

A mother tongue is a language that a person has been exposed to from birth or within the critical period. Hence, despite being born in Gujarat and having lived my whole life here, my mother tongue continues to remain Tamil. This is despite the fact that I don't even know how to read and write Tamil. This is despite the fact that I think in English and am most comfortable conversing in it. This is despite the fact that I enjoy Hindi movies more than Tamil (Thalaivar remains an exception, as always).

Our daughter is half Tamil and half Gujarati. She's exposed to both languages in almost equal measure, through my wife and my parents. She's five now and speaks predominantly in English, understands Tamil, shows frustration in Gujarati and speaks Hindi with a distinct South Indian twang. I really don't know what her mother tongue would be. I guess it is best for her to decide what language she identifies with the most. I am neither a linguist, nor a purist. I believe that language is just a medium of expressing one's thoughts and beliefs. As long as she has the ability (and courage) to speak her mind coherently and convincingly, I really don't mind which language she chooses to do it in. 

That said, we end up learning a lot in life, but it's always good to remember where it all started from. Because if we don't know our roots, how will we know where we stand? So, on February 21 - World Mother Tongue Day, be sure to express yourself... in the language you are most comfortable in.

Discarded Thoughts

Went to buy a greeting card
After what felt ages
And witnessed some geriatrics
Suffering from life in various stages

Some were lying there in ruin
With covers either torn or misplaced
Dogeared and wrinkled with crease
A pale shadow of what once they were

Some had a layer of dust on them
Sharing an emotion to which no one subscribes
In an age where a birthday wish is just an HBD
And a festive greeting is just a forward
Who goes to the card shop to select and buy?

For a long time I didn't
And now when I want to
I can't

Remember Remember

Remember Remember 
The 8th Of November 
The #DeMon is now 5-years old.. 
Let's take a moment to remember all the promises we were sold..
The black changed hands and retained its hue..
While the ones in queue stood without a clue.. 
The posterboy grinned from the jacket ad
For he had had his way..
Is it just a coincidence that an IPO opened today?

8th November, 2021

Once a quitter

Just about a year since my last post on this blog, which incidentally ended quite abruptly without even bothering to chart my complete recovery. Apologies for the cliffhanger ending. Happy to report that I survived. 

That said, a lot did happen during this period -- from a cancer in the family (which seems to have ended quite peacefully *fingers crossed*) to a job change (I'm a born-again copywriter now, yayy!). In the midst of all this, the blog took the backseat. 

Well, being busy was not the only reason. I realise now that I had painted myself into a corner by expecting a bit too much out of my blog. Every post *needed* to have that wow factor, infused (sometimes forced) humor, word play, 'singing' sentences etc etc. And also, each one had to be better than the last one. I'd ended up making my blog a treatise, rather than a loose sally of my mind. And it was getting tiring. Hence, the limbo.

And then two things happened in quick succession over the last two days. 

First, a cousin with whom I'd not spoken to since a long time just called me out of the blue (because, Diwali) and during the course of the conversation he told me how much he and his family liked my blogs and talk about it often. How the frequency of my blogging has gone down.. well, you get the picture.. And second, a friend shared her blog with me and I realised how beautifully and effortlessly she had expressed herself using simple, free-flowing sentences and honest & unencumbered thoughts... And I began to wonder how liberating it must feel to just wring your heart out every once in a while. Concentrating on what needs to be said, rather than how it is being said.

I am a frequent quitter. I have done this in the past as well. Taking long breaks and then finding inspirations for a few more posts before hibernating again. I really don't know how different this time would be. Errr.. so.. I'm just a boy, typing in front of you the reader, asking for your patience. Thank you.