Car bang
before you get thinking... I banged my car into a truck today. Not much, just the side rear view mirror went flying, and the front passenger door would need a replacement, and the back door would look just fine with some work.
An accident here is a pleasant experience. You get to know atleast two more people in the city - the other being the cop. So I bang the truck, the truck driver 'requests' (YES requests - with a smile, and apologising and thanking at the same time - apologising for having me to get late to wherever I am headed, and thanks for me agreeing to pull over) me to pull over. He brings out a slip - tears it to two parts, he fills out his information on one, and I fill out mine on the other. He calls the cops... and would constantly apologize for holding me up - and promise it would be over soon.
Now comes the scary bit. I checked my wallet and I couldn't locate my license. I told the truck guy that, and he was like - 'hey man, you don't carry your license?', in a tone that said, 'man, you are screwed'!!. For once, I really freaked out! I madly ransacked my wallet again - and I think God din't want me to leave the US so soon (from what I've heard, even such minor episodes can get you deported). Found the license. Now for those that have any clue of what my license looks like, you would understand why I was still VERY VERY worried. The name on the license is 'Amiresh Kumar', the DOB is not mine, the address on it is Humayunpur, Gorakhpur ( I dont know whether such an address exists in real life), the license number - I wonder whether the license authorities would also be able to tell what the number is, and the picture... anyone can claim that picture to be theirs!
The cop came over in 20 minutes. Asked for my license. I shoved it amongst a whole bunch of papers and passed it on to him. For once, I was wondering whether I could get off by giving him a $50 or $100 bill - atleast that would save me from being arrested - alas, I dont think this works here. The cop was very nice - he addressed me as 'sir' - I was blown away by the respect. He looked at my license suspiciously, and then asked, 'where is the number?' - I pointed at the portion where the license number should have been - and started reading out something. I really hope that the number I read out was the same as the one on the license.
We shook hands and the cops let me off. He gave me a slip which I need to show to the rental car agency to get a NEW CAR! yipee... I get to drive a new car from tomorrow on... all things have a happy ending :-)
An accident here is a pleasant experience. You get to know atleast two more people in the city - the other being the cop. So I bang the truck, the truck driver 'requests' (YES requests - with a smile, and apologising and thanking at the same time - apologising for having me to get late to wherever I am headed, and thanks for me agreeing to pull over) me to pull over. He brings out a slip - tears it to two parts, he fills out his information on one, and I fill out mine on the other. He calls the cops... and would constantly apologize for holding me up - and promise it would be over soon.
Now comes the scary bit. I checked my wallet and I couldn't locate my license. I told the truck guy that, and he was like - 'hey man, you don't carry your license?', in a tone that said, 'man, you are screwed'!!. For once, I really freaked out! I madly ransacked my wallet again - and I think God din't want me to leave the US so soon (from what I've heard, even such minor episodes can get you deported). Found the license. Now for those that have any clue of what my license looks like, you would understand why I was still VERY VERY worried. The name on the license is 'Amiresh Kumar', the DOB is not mine, the address on it is Humayunpur, Gorakhpur ( I dont know whether such an address exists in real life), the license number - I wonder whether the license authorities would also be able to tell what the number is, and the picture... anyone can claim that picture to be theirs!
The cop came over in 20 minutes. Asked for my license. I shoved it amongst a whole bunch of papers and passed it on to him. For once, I was wondering whether I could get off by giving him a $50 or $100 bill - atleast that would save me from being arrested - alas, I dont think this works here. The cop was very nice - he addressed me as 'sir' - I was blown away by the respect. He looked at my license suspiciously, and then asked, 'where is the number?' - I pointed at the portion where the license number should have been - and started reading out something. I really hope that the number I read out was the same as the one on the license.
We shook hands and the cops let me off. He gave me a slip which I need to show to the rental car agency to get a NEW CAR! yipee... I get to drive a new car from tomorrow on... all things have a happy ending :-)
posted by Animesh Kumar at Thursday, January 12, 2006
1 Comments:
wonderful!!! :-))
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