Thursday, July 9, 2009

Hell of a heavenly evening

Can u imagine the vocal chords of Suresh Wadkar & tabla from Jakir Hussain together ... Wat a lethal combination. Yes.. It actually was .. heavenly .. We were still in that heaven when we walked out to where we had parked our car, only to be pushed into hell... R cars missing! We look hither thither to check if this was the right spot. Could it be a lil further? Or may be a lil behind? Nopes .. this is just where we did leave it a lil over 3 hours ago. In fact the guy standing there then even assisted us to park it correctly and took 50 bucks as charges for safe keeping. N now.. its... gone!?!
The first thot that came to my mind was this could be a major plan to steal away cars parked here. Definitely we could not be the only ones wid rotten luck this evening. Shanmukhanand Hall @ Sion does not have a parking lot. So the road is where u leave ur stallion - easily accessible for anyone to just pick up n go. The vast capacity of the hall, almost full, has ample number of cars parked in every corner near by...
Next step: search for the nearest police station n report the missing car. Then: hope n pray v r lucky enough to get it bak... Just as we were taking the path to the police station, I heard some male voices - again something about a car is it? I turned around ... They appeared to be a father-son duo. "Is your car missing too?" I got a positive reply. Though sad the news, it helped me uplift my spirits a wee bit - We are not alone! .. The traffic police chowky was close by .. n we brisk-walked there. May be they just towed it :-|
When we blurted out our cars missing, the pandu there very coolly - as if nothings even gonna affect him - says yes .. "yeah check if your car is in front here; the cars had to be towed out as the public of that locality made hulla-gulla" Now hello .... theres not residential blgds der - which public? wat hull-gulla? We damn well know this is all plain money makin business!
Well there was relief to see r car right ahead across the street, unscathed. Only a tire was locked by the towing clip. Next nother officer tells us the towing charges were to be borne by us before he could release r car. Now that was expected. He was even ready to give us a receipt Wow!
Slowly there were others who had walked up for the same problem. I must have seen some 10-15 car owners come asking for their car. Hmm good business for the hour Rs. 300/- per car n Rs. 100/- additional in case u dont have ur license.
The process of actually verifying your license, making the pauti, opening the locks n finally releasing the car was taking its own sweet time. But the uncle who we met first got it done! When it was our chance, on giving him out car number, the officer tells us to check it as he didnt have it noted in his list. Whos he kidding? Its our car! He shud b the 1 checking his list! When he was convinced, its him who shud b doing the checkin at his end, he called his punter - sum lad by the name of Santosh n told him to check r car number. But as he was the same guy opening up the locked car for others who had successfully received the pavti on making the payment, we had to wait till he was free. Then he checked r car, noted the number n finally made his entry to the chowki. In nother 15 mins, we were done.
So an hour after we fell straight into hell from heaven, we were slowly getting back to mother earth. We reached home soon not as quiet high as the show left us, but also neither as low as sight of the missing car got us. We were happy to have been a part of the awesome concert, n finally get back home in r car in perfect shape :-) Alls well that ends well. As for the corruption in our police department, can we do anything about this??

2 comments:

Manjari Rai said...

Really that was scary - to find your car missing!
As to the corruption - the policemen at-least issued receipts against the challan....that's about as good as it gets.

Rahul said...

I really dread to think of my car going missin.. luckily you saw those two fellas or you would have wasted time at the police station.
Corruption to... kya bole...