Recently I went to Gurgaon Police Station (Old SP Office) to get back my Driving License. There I came to know that after one month of “Chalaan”, Haryana Police send DLs to the Court, so I had to collect it from there. Reaching court, I came to know that I should have gone there with the file number from Police Station and an affidavit. Again I went to Police Station, collected my file number and returning back to the Courtyard, I made an affidavit and went to Court No.13. Orderly informed me then, I should check in room no. 25 that whether my DL actually reached to them or not before submitting my affidavit, otherwise it’s of no use.
Now, where was room no. 25? “Go straight, from the first t-point take left, then …right…then straight… then…” Well, I headed for another treasure hunt. After asking 3-4 Policewalas I reached to a narrow corridor and saw a thin boy, asked him where room no. 25 was, he didn’t answer my question and entered to a room. A lady at the same time came out from another room and I desperately repeated my question to her.
She observed me thoroughly for few seconds and then completely ignoring my presence and my question started shouting loudly a name. That thin boy came out of the room hurriedly and she started scolding him, why strangers were roaming around her room. Sensing the boy was being punished because of my presence, I repeated my question again, this time more politely hoping, by knowing the reason of my presence she would be calm and I would finally come to know about room no. 25. She ignored my appearance completely again and started walking away.
Knowing very
well that nothing I could do against this lady’s unnecessary attitude, I expressed my frustration saying, “You should have some manner at least” and started walking in opposite direction. That was my crime, a serious offence. Within next 2-3 seconds, I came to know that I was in serious trouble. Police was called and instructed to teach me Manner. What the hell was going on at my back… As soon as I turned to see, a hawaldar almost jumped upon me and grabbed my wrist. I was in shock, literally! However, the Policewala who caught me angrily seemed more upset because he couldn’t even imagine how anyone could use those words against his bhagwan, Sub Judicial Megistrate Mrs…
Now things became a bit clearer to me. I told something angrily to a Sub Judicial Magistrate which is an unforgivable offence and now I would be taught a lesson. The hawaldar was joined by other hawaldars and some sarkari babus within few seconds. They first could not understand what to do with me and what should be my punishment. Then they mutually decided that Madam Ji would decide my fate and now as she was off for lunch, they took me in their custody for next 30 minutes.
That half an hour was a horrible nightmare. Loads of questions were thrown upon me and no one was even bothered to hear what I was saying. That was simply madness. A bunch of sarkari naukars suddenly became adamant to make me feel guilty and persuading forcefully to confess for my misbehave in front of their bhagwan. That’s the only solution they could find out. They were so obsessed with their Madam Ji’s stature that they could not even understand my simple justification. I tried my best to convince them but failed very badly and realized that I was ‘playing flute in front of buffalos’, which was of no use. Only way to get out of that chaos was to accept that I did a terrible mistake and plea for mercy… I surrendered.
Sub Judicial magistrate Mrs… returned from
lunch and I was put in her Court (Darwaar) before anything else. I hesitantly uttered “Sorry” and without even looking at me (with a sarcastic smile on her face), she ordered another hawaldar to leave me for the time being. While coming out from that place, obviously I was not very happy but a thought brought smile on my face- “How fast my Case has been resolved by the efficient Sub Judicial Magistrate, who the hell complains about the delays of our judicial system?”
Four hour later I was leaving the Court premise with my Driving License. The hawaldar who caught me at the first place came to me smilingly and asked “Mil gaya?” I moved my head in affirmation. He then informed me- “You are lucky that you have got your DL after such a daring offence, if Sir Ji came to know about your act, you couldn’t have got your DL in this life time.” What? Who is this Sir Ji? Hawaldar seemed surprised, “You don’t know? Magistrate Sir of Court No. 13 is the husband of our Madam Ji, Magistrate of Court No. 16.”
Holy shit… I immediately decided to forget everything and rushed for my office. The Policewala was laughing loudly at my back…!
Now, where was room no. 25? “Go straight, from the first t-point take left, then …right…then straight… then…” Well, I headed for another treasure hunt. After asking 3-4 Policewalas I reached to a narrow corridor and saw a thin boy, asked him where room no. 25 was, he didn’t answer my question and entered to a room. A lady at the same time came out from another room and I desperately repeated my question to her.
She observed me thoroughly for few seconds and then completely ignoring my presence and my question started shouting loudly a name. That thin boy came out of the room hurriedly and she started scolding him, why strangers were roaming around her room. Sensing the boy was being punished because of my presence, I repeated my question again, this time more politely hoping, by knowing the reason of my presence she would be calm and I would finally come to know about room no. 25. She ignored my appearance completely again and started walking away.
Knowing very
well that nothing I could do against this lady’s unnecessary attitude, I expressed my frustration saying, “You should have some manner at least” and started walking in opposite direction. That was my crime, a serious offence. Within next 2-3 seconds, I came to know that I was in serious trouble. Police was called and instructed to teach me Manner. What the hell was going on at my back… As soon as I turned to see, a hawaldar almost jumped upon me and grabbed my wrist. I was in shock, literally! However, the Policewala who caught me angrily seemed more upset because he couldn’t even imagine how anyone could use those words against his bhagwan, Sub Judicial Megistrate Mrs…Now things became a bit clearer to me. I told something angrily to a Sub Judicial Magistrate which is an unforgivable offence and now I would be taught a lesson. The hawaldar was joined by other hawaldars and some sarkari babus within few seconds. They first could not understand what to do with me and what should be my punishment. Then they mutually decided that Madam Ji would decide my fate and now as she was off for lunch, they took me in their custody for next 30 minutes.
That half an hour was a horrible nightmare. Loads of questions were thrown upon me and no one was even bothered to hear what I was saying. That was simply madness. A bunch of sarkari naukars suddenly became adamant to make me feel guilty and persuading forcefully to confess for my misbehave in front of their bhagwan. That’s the only solution they could find out. They were so obsessed with their Madam Ji’s stature that they could not even understand my simple justification. I tried my best to convince them but failed very badly and realized that I was ‘playing flute in front of buffalos’, which was of no use. Only way to get out of that chaos was to accept that I did a terrible mistake and plea for mercy… I surrendered.
Sub Judicial magistrate Mrs… returned from
lunch and I was put in her Court (Darwaar) before anything else. I hesitantly uttered “Sorry” and without even looking at me (with a sarcastic smile on her face), she ordered another hawaldar to leave me for the time being. While coming out from that place, obviously I was not very happy but a thought brought smile on my face- “How fast my Case has been resolved by the efficient Sub Judicial Magistrate, who the hell complains about the delays of our judicial system?”Four hour later I was leaving the Court premise with my Driving License. The hawaldar who caught me at the first place came to me smilingly and asked “Mil gaya?” I moved my head in affirmation. He then informed me- “You are lucky that you have got your DL after such a daring offence, if Sir Ji came to know about your act, you couldn’t have got your DL in this life time.” What? Who is this Sir Ji? Hawaldar seemed surprised, “You don’t know? Magistrate Sir of Court No. 13 is the husband of our Madam Ji, Magistrate of Court No. 16.”
Holy shit… I immediately decided to forget everything and rushed for my office. The Policewala was laughing loudly at my back…!
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