Metro returns...

Delhi Metro plays an important role for Delhi's regular life. It has become the lifeline of Delhi. So has it for my blogs too. Readers must have noticed my initial blogs had metro as a major roleplayer. After a long break, it's back with a bang... a bang that banged me up n down... kicking my S... making me feel looted in my own city...

It was 12th of March '09. The story starts from Chawri bazar, that's near Chandni Chowk, where I had been for some shopping. My stuff was heavy and I somehow managed to reach the metro ticket counter, let down my stuff, took out my wallet n asked for a ticket to Dwarka Mor. I didn't notice I had rested my wallet by my side on the counter instead of my pocket. Who the F&^% employs gals at ticket counters ? God !!! What the hell can you think of when you see them stuttering over 20-4=16. It's frustrating... really it is :(

'Sir Mujhe aapko kitne dene hain ?'
'Rs.4'
'Sir 1 rupaya hai ?'
'here it is'
She hands me back Rs. 10.
'Oh sorry sir, was it rs. 5 I had to return'
'Nahi ismein bhi problem nahi hai'
'hehehe, here it is'
'ok'

And then...WTF B@#$%^& M@#$@(*&^ Where d fcuk is my wallet ? Back pocket ? No... Front one? no... Right one? no... Left one? no...

'Excuse me, did you see someone lifting my wallet from here'
'Sry sir I din't'
'Yeah bitch, Y would you ? I know it's your gang out here :x You engaged me in conversation and your partner took my wallet away ' I murmured.

I swapped the whole place with my eyes like a mad man, checked my pockets a hundred times, still hoping it to generate somewhere from inside. I know it won't, but still... may be... may be i had put it in my bag, let's check it too... oh may be knee pocket... Oh shitt shitt shitt... it's nowhere !!! EEEEEEEeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh....... m looted, m raped, m fucked... my D/L, my insti i-card, library cards, ATM cards, a gifted BSNL sim, a sum of more than Rs. 2000. OMG, save me... save me from the endless queues in D/L office, from misuse of my sim, from the numerous occasions I've to plead before insti's officials to issue another i-card. aaaaahhhhhh... I've a headache now, head's buzzing and the world is swinging...
I called up my dad and was suprised by his cool behaviour. He suggested me things and advised me to stay calm. I returned the ticket and approached the metro police.

'Sir this is not our job'
'then whose is it? I've my wallet stolen in the metro premisis and you say it's not your job? then what's you job? U give b*** jobs?'
'Excuse me sir!'
'nothing, tell me what to do then ?'
'go to the civil police'
'wow! gr8 solution ! bastards !'

I reached the nearest Haus Kaaji poilce station.
'Sir this is not our job, you'll have to contact the metro police'
'Now what does that mean ? They say it's your job, you say it's theirs. Do you think it's too easy a task to drag this much of stuff up n down the stairs ?'
Another policeman comes up over there and asserts...
'Ye saale metro police waale hote hi haraamkhor hain ji ! Do one thing, they have kashmiri gate police station specially for this purpose. Register your FIR there. Forget getting your wallet back, but an FIR will be helpful for records'
'Yeah right ! Am I supposed to register an FIR in Kashmiri gate and reach my home with just Rs.20 left with me ?'
'aji chinta mat karo, aadmi hi aadmi ke kaam aata hai. Have this...'

And he handed me Rs.20 from his pocket. I was overwhelmed by his behaviour. It's really hard to find such courtesy in today's world. But they do say...'dilli dilwalon ki hai', no matter one of these dillwalas was the culprit today. Anyways, I expressed my gratitude towards the gentleman and promised myself to return his favour once I get over this problem. Finally reaching the Kashmiri gate metro police station, I got someone who was ready to register my FIR, that too with a warm welcome. They offered me tea and asked me to relax first. I took a deep breath after the exhausting way upto the thana. Then the uncle started his philosophy...
'Dunno wat these young generation people have made of themselves. What da hell would one think of while putting aside his WALLET on the ticket counter? Does that make any sense? Do you think it's easy for your dad to make 2000 like huge sum of money? Had I been in your dad's place, i'd have slapped you first and then I'd ask what actually happened.'
Having no other choice, I was nodding to every statement he delivered. Another collegue of that old philosopher framed the whole incidence in the FIR records and asked me to sign the sheet. He assured me of getting back duplicates of all the belongings I've lost easily on the basis of that FIR. Yeah, like trying to get them is an easy task! I reached home and everyone's condolences were waiting for me. I was fine with those soothing words, but then came the words of wisdom from everyone, my mom, my younger sis, my elder sis and most importantly my dad! He was trying to be cool but it seemed he was disappointed with me. You should never leave your wallet like this anywhere. You should never need to take your wallet out and show the amount to junta. Keep change for tickets in your shirt's pocket itself. Never keep everything and all your money in one place only, do divide it in different pockets. What's the need of carrying all your i-cards and license and ATM cards with you when you don't need them? But nothing could be undone now. I nodded to everyone in a low tone and controlled my frustration.

Next day I was off to Janakpuri distt. centre driving liscence authority office to get duplicate copy of my license. Just after boarding the bus, I imagined there must be another good man on this earth who gets emptied wallet and contacts me to get back those precious cards... those precious ones... which would cost me countless human hours to see them again. To my utter surprise my mom called me up and I was informed a man named Imraan had found my wallet. I contacted the dude and he asked me come over to barahkhamba road metro station near some Viajay building below an AMRO bank. The guy was a building contracter and seemed to be believable enough. After an hour I had my wallet in my own happy hands and I was so stupidly happy that didn't even care offering him a cold drink. To rude of me right? I thanked him, shook hands and called up dad to give him the good news. He advised me to visit palika bazar if already there. I did teh same happily, but the fact is, I suck at shopping. After an hour of checking out the shops, I was back to my home, happy again, contended to have lost JUST Rs.2000 and nothing else. Life was normal again...