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Encounters with 'Terrific Police'
Some things never change. Not even in the face of rapid evolution. My congenital love affair with Terrific Police that roots back to times immemorial thus nurtures and flourishes with all its vigour.
The love – hate relationship stems from the simple fact that these traffic wardens never reconcile with my penchant and necessity for fast but not furious driving, the craving to use cell phone on the road and the occasional indiscipline in following traffic signals when deemed safe and appropriate. The line of reasoning, my solemn beliefs and steadfast explanation somehow always fall on deaf ears and remain safely beyond both their understanding and interpretation leaving me on the receiving end more often than not.
Things were much simpler during the good old days when cops – big intimidating types- sporting magnanimous moustaches and maintaining ostentatious bellies ran the show. In a bid to make you cringe and bully you into prostration, imposing their large frames and smaller brains, they would innocently and amicably recede once their palms were greased. A bit of smart negotiations and you have earned yourself a good deal; an easy win-win economical solution and a cheap escape.
As the new species of homo-sapiens, lean and clean, draped in meticulous uniforms ably supported by contemporary equipment and modern technology have swarmed the avenues, things have complicated. For one they don’t listen or argue. They talk little and only business, smile and even sometimes salute. For other they would briskly impose a fine, secure one of your prime documents and direct you to the only nationalized bank that proudly stands out in providing most inefficient service.
When imploringly asked the reason for not making cash collection arrangements on the spot, the poor guys shy away not willing to admit that the department cannot trust them with such a heavy responsibility.
In this battle of checks and balances, the offender is left at the mercy of an interminable queue and goaded staff. Factor in the probability of locating the designated police station and the improbability of the availability of the authorized staff and imagine the plight you have landed yourself in! Well aware what you are pitted against, the authorities allow you a demanding time frame of ten days to reclaim your documents. With a bit of luck and a lot more of determination, it is outright challenging but not abjectly improbable.
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well written Delirium
Thanks for coming up with your own interesting narrative in response.
Thanx goodness finally your dream comes true. Chalo dair aiey durust aiye ;)But the incidents that you dream of prove nightmarish for me. Matter of perspectives.
The worst part is that the cash/fine collection system is so bizarre even in urban metropolis in this advanced age of automation and convenient solutions.
Then sometimes you have to deal with the situation the other way. You know, by using the stick and pulling some invisible chords. That's how it goes. To know the right people at the right place at the right time. But this is life.
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Thanks for the appreciation again.
I do carry blue tooth device but hate to use that thing that makes me look like an extraterrestrial creature. If more sober forms have sneaked into the market, I am a novice.
It happened in a pleasant way 2 years back; bit late though; when I was on vacation and using my Dad’s old Suzuki Khyber (you know that one); which he kept for me to cope with differences in driving norms between east and west….economically. I felt bit embarrassed driving that when everyone was on white Toyota 2D in a kind of money race.
On first day of my freedom from work, I drove towards motorway for doing practice of gear shifting and driving on right side. Orange trees in farms looked so beautiful that I kept on driving until I was stopped by a good looking traffic policeman who looked like in early 30s. I smiled as my dream came true and pulled my off the road. Here is the conversation.
Him: Madam (surprised to see lady smiling and driving alone on motorway). Where are you going?
Me: Hmmmm Hmmmm…towards Islamabad.
Him: Where towards Islamabad (thinking I was lost)?
Me: Well Islamabad.
Him: Did you check tyres of this car? Do you think you can reach Islamabad like this?
Me: I don’t have a car, this one belongs to my father and he told me tyres were recently changed; its just mud on tyres because I was driving in fields.
Him: Do you have license?
He was thinking if I was a runaway bride. I took out my foreign driver’s license and showed him. I am sure he didn’t understand the language and couldn’t figure out which country issued it.
Him: OK you have valid license but will be fined anyway.
Me: For what… driving an old car? Or car with dirty tyres?
Him: No. You drove in third lane continuously for 4 km and it’s for over taking only.
Me: How did you see me driving from 4km distance?...thinking which one is the third lane here.
Him: With this (showing me a camera).
Me: What an Eagle eye, I thought… I wasn’t aware because no rules are written clearly before I entered the motorway.
Him: OK. Let’s see the amount of fine. Its Rs. 700 for your offence.
Me: I am happy to pay it if I can do it later or you accept my credit card for payment right now. I am already short of cash and need it for more CNG.
I sensed that he wanted to let me go without any fine and I could have pushed more for it but I wasn’t ready to do.
Him: OK. Can you pay Rs. 300 right now?
Me: Yes I can (with a big smile as my dream was coming true).
He was smiling with joyful expressions on his face and did the paper work and advised me to pay on exit.
Him: Do you study over there?
Me: No. I work there.
Him: Who do you work for?
Me: For you too (showing my employee card).
Him: Do you live with family?
I got the idea what that sweet policeman was thinking.
Me: Yes. I have some family members around.
We waved each other smiling as I pulled my car back on the road in first lane.
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