Left early from office last evening, so as to beat the mad traffic which usually starts all the way from 5 PM. Left office around 4:30-4:40ish and just as i was taking the turn towards Brookfields at the EPIP junction, (my bike) was asked to pull over by a cop. Didnt wanna do any running away act, and so pulled over decently, switched off the ignition and waited.
Cop with a notepad in hand, notices the AP registered bike, and must be imagining with glee about how bakras just walk into these traps. Straight away asks me for RC, PUC and with much happiness the Karnataka road tax payment slip. I decide to take my own sweet time in doing so, and with a rather muted smile inform him i have everything in order. He doesnt trust me, and asked to see them.
Fish into my bag where i carry all these docs, and slowly produce a plastic packet with the above mentioned documents. Show him the RC copy as well as xerox of road tax paid. He takes them from me, and closely
scrutinizes them. He's not happy. Asks for PUC which i mention is within the packet he's now holding.
Decides to try his next trump card, and asks for the Insurance papers. This time round, he must have been expecting a negative reply from me, but with no emotion at all showing on my face, i mention that too, is inside that packet. He takes it out, opens it, goes through it in careful detail (just in case its expired?!) , and grudgingly lets me go. i say "Thank you", flash a smile at him, and then proceed to put back all these once again as i had kept them.
Why is this episiode in this thread? Simple... if he had taken a look at the font on my bike's licence plate, he would have had a reason to book me. Good thing he wasnt that desperate.