"Step out of your car madam...You did not obey the traffic signal"
"No, I did...It was green when I crossed the junction..."
"I am saying no, madam..please come out first"
Grumbling internally, I got out of my car. The traffic cop obviously did not know my car AC's psychology. It hates the sun and hot weather. It refuses to work when its hot. Then what is the point, you ask? Well, I am not going to digress from the current topic and explain. My Ac's clock was ticking and I wanted to reach this new restaurant without being soaked in sweat.
A little background on the story - I had my visa interview that day(there, I bragged). The nice consulate lady approved my visa. I was happy and relieved and wanted to spend money to declare my happiness to the world. In this case, the hotel industry. Bala was with me(Good boy he is. Some times.) And yes, he is not Rajnikanth. But you are supposed to know who he is, if you read my blogs. Poke around the blog to find out, if you care.
This traffic cop stops me at around 1 PM under the merciless, blazing Chennai sun. Blistering Barbeque Nation I say!
"Who is this?" - Cop, pointing to Bala.
I internally smiled at the cop's question. If I tell his name, will you know? Do you read our blogs?
Anyways, I said, "Friend".
"You have license?"
"Yes"
"You crossed when the signal was red...Shall we tell your dad?"
"Dude, you dont want to, trust me" - Sound's mind voice.
I smile.
"It will cost you Rs.1500"
This time I laugh. I still dont talk.
A few seconds later.."Ok...give 350 and get the receipt"
"Sound, pay up. He has come down to 350...Lets get outta here" - Bala to Sound.
"Good that the cop cant hear you, Bala. Just keep quite. Else you will be the starter in Kodambakkam middle-of-the-street branch of Barbeque Nation." - Sound's mind voice. I still smile. I do that when I am amused, irritated, sad or angry. Translation for, always.
I look at the cop and still smiling, I ask, "How much should I give sir?"
He must have thought..."So, you are deaf?". Maybe he did think I was deaf. Because now the fine amount was reduced to Rs.100, only without a receipt. I did not need a receipt.
I paid up, got back my license and pulled Bala into the car before he could say anything else. Same side goal putter.
Had it been any other day, I would have stayed there and asked the cop to give me a proper receipt and would have even contested it in court. But, like I said, I got my visa approved that day. I was happy.
Yes yes, I just bragged again. And here is some more of it. I am leaving day after tomorrow and will not blog until I get a laptop, most probably. My last post in India :D
I am loving these "last" senti statements. It is fun.
