January 05, 2011

Why I came to office in fake Adidas half-pant today

Today has been one of those days I'd like to forget. Your Honour, I ask, is it a sin to ride a bike in Bangalore with fake Adidas half-pants on? Why, why did those bloody *#%@~ traffic cops stopped me twice? A challan of Rs 600 (grrrrrrrr...)! Because of the series of unfortunate incidents today, I'm sitting in my office, wearing that fake Adidas half-pant, looking dirty and like a pick-pocket.

The day started off alrite, went to gym, worked out. Then came Khadag Singh (actually known as Kuldeep Singh, mera school-time, chaddi friend). He said let's go to buy supplement (for bodybuilding). Ok, we went. The address he had seemed non-existent. Kept going in circles. The first time around, a cop stopped and asked for licence. I had it, showed it and got going.

After another futile search for that mythical shop, proceeded to a different route. Bloody traffic cops stopped me again. (But my question is, why? Just because I'm wearing half-pants!!) They asked for licence. Gave it. The bugger then asked for insurance too (it has expired around three monts ago). Slapped a fine of Rs 500 for that. Then imposed a fine of Rs 100 for defective number plate. This is too much! The front no. plate is clearly visible, just that the bottom part of one zero is scratched. Damn it, saale ne kaat liye Rs 100 uske bhi.

Maa-baap ki baat nahi sunne ka yahi nateeja hota hai. Pitashri has been saying for three months, "Beta, insurance karwa lo. Beta, insurance karwa lo." Had I got the work done on time, it'd have cost me only around Rs 400. Now, after three months it expired, I got fined for Rs 500 plus I'll have to pay around Rs 800-1,000 for renewal.

But that's not all for today's bad day. After the penalty, I said let's go get insurance done today. Couldn't find the bloody office! I had a rough idea of the address, searched that bloody place for around two hours but couldn't locate it. It's only when we headed to our room that I noticed the office; it was in the next street. Ok, went it, spoke to them. They said, "Ohhhh.. 4:30 already. Now no cash transaction. Yooouuuuuu go there tomaarow."

Ok, the momentary joy of finding the office vanished. Started towards my room, feeling hungry and all (mind you, I was coming straight from gym). Ok, after riding for two km, bike ran out of petrol. Ewwwwww...... Pushed the bike for around 500 mtr, got refuelled.

Looked at the watch, 5 pm already. Office starts at 5:30. No point in going to my room and coming back (20 km total) just to change into full pant. So I came straight to office. And here I'm, sitting in my fake Adidas half-pant, explaining people the tragic reason behind my ang-pradarshan.

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