On Friday, I was supposed to meet few ex-colleagues and then go to a wedding reception. As I was taking a right-turn near Spencer’s plaza, a lorry (truck) scratched through the left door. Damn! Not on the same door. I just got it rectified. I was angry – it was the truck driver’s mistake and he went on yelling at me; I was disappointed – I was eagerly anticipating meeting those old folks and with this incident, I cannot. In total, I was pissed off. We had to pull off and wait for the police to arrive. After an initial investigation, I’d to go to D6, Anna Square police station and file a complaint to get a FIR.

By the time everything got over, a whole 3 hours had passed by. It amazes me how the police get the bribe, they never ask for it directly. (Unlike in many other countries, here in India, we have to bribe to get them do their job – as correctly mentioned in one Tamil movie). They request ‘donations’ to the police station to get chairs! Though it appalled me, I was not in a mood for any discussions. I just threw the money and got away. I played soft music and headed for a quiet place.