YetiBlog® - Munich, my father and jail.

akroy · 9th March 2009, 18:58

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Originally Posted by TheOne®

1 DM is about 0,50 EUR which is about 30 Rupees today. So if I calculated correctly this should be about 7 1/2 lakh.

Anyways, that estimate would have had to be proven in any case. Nobody can ever make you pay on such a shaky basis.

I will comment more on that when the story is over.

OT: TheOne, Pls change your location from Germany to Aamchi Mumbai, You are now a permanent resident in our Mumbai.

Abhi

Sam Kapasi · 9th March 2009, 19:20

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Originally Posted by Steeroid

Sam Kapasi

Please publish a program schedule for your stories, including the posting times of each installment.

Else my F5 button is dead.

Get on with it!

Sir! Lol.

To all the F5ers. I do apologise for the break. This story will continue tomorrow late morning.
Thanks for your patience and for your appreciation.

TheOne® · 9th March 2009, 19:30

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Originally Posted by akroy

OT: TheOne, Pls change your location from Germany to Aamchi Mumbai, You are now a permanent resident in our Mumbai.

Abhi

OT: Done, lol. Thanks for the hint.

iraghava · 9th March 2009, 20:04

1 DM in 2001 (before the Euro came into being) was about 22 rupees.

Carry on Sam!

v1p3r · 9th March 2009, 20:12

I never tire of hearing this story.

Ravveendrra · 9th March 2009, 21:09

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

Exactly - here is one man who understands. Everyone is stunned/shocked/ making fun whatever. But let's see how many have the courage to post a picture of themselves that was taken 13 years ago, lol.

Ah well, lol.

I often post pictures of mine that are a decade or older.

(Did not have grey then!) Aah! the vanity of us mortals.

Cheers,

leadf00t · 10th March 2009, 11:05

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

Sir! Lol.

To all the F5ers. I do apologise for the break. This story will continue tomorrow late morning.
Thanks for your patience and for your appreciation.

Hey sam whats your definition of Late morning.

please don't be too late

Ready here armed with my F5 key.

On you mark.. Get Set ... ( waiting for sam's GO )

Ravveendrra · 10th March 2009, 11:23

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

Sir! Lol.

To all the F5ers. I do apologise for the break. This story will continue tomorrow late morning.
Thanks for your patience and for your appreciation.

Sam is conferred honorary citizenship of Hyderabad.

In Hyderabad - "subah subah" means 11.00 a.m. or thereabouts. So late morning would be anytime till 6.00 p.m. Parsoon of course, means 'eternity'. If my mechanics told me "gaadi parsoon tak tayyar hogi", I would say a prayer for the departed soul, head out and get myself a new vehicle. Likewise kal or reppu means sometime in the future and can mean anything between a week to three months.

Oh resident snowman, hallowed be thy name - hear the prayers of your faithful flock and get on with it.....too many of us raring at the bit.

Welcome again to Hyderabad, where time and tide wait for all.

Cheers,

Jaggu · 10th March 2009, 11:48

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

This story will continue tomorrow late morning.

13 minutes to go before it becomes afternoon here in India!

Sam Kapasi · 10th March 2009, 11:55

The silence is only broken by the occasional sound of a car passing by. The passing cars stare curiously at the mangled red sportscar. Nobody stops.

I'm standing motionless. My mind is racing.

How much money do I have? Not much. Dad didn't have his passport, neither do I. Should I go back to my hotel? Oh Papa, what do I do, where do I find you?

I am staring at the card in my hand. It has the address of the police station.

What will you do now?
I turn to her. She looks kind, gentle and beautiful. Alfa looks like quite a loser. Ah well, a loser with a sportscar. Still, she doesn't look like she's the type...
What will you do?
I don't know.
She takes the card from my hand. Do you know how to get there? It's pretty far.
No.
You can take a taxi.
Yeah, I guess.
Do you have money for the taxi?
I turn my face towards her.
I don't know. I don't know anything at all.

While we're talking, a tow truck takes the Alfa away. Alfa is standing and watching his precious being hooked and chained. He occasionally stares angrily at Gentle and I talking and turns back towards his car. He is scowling so hard that in another situation it might even have been comical.

The car's gone. The road is silent.

Alfa male walks up to us and speaks angrily to Gentle in German. I understand nothing of it. His tone says "Come on, what are you trying to help him for? I need attention, my car has crashed"
She replies. Softly and gesturing gently towards me. Her face and tone make it quite clear that she understands that I need some help. She speaks softly but firmly.
Alfa raises his voice. A mix of frustration and temper. She repeats the same thing she said earlier, only through gritted teeth. I like her already.

Alfa throws his arms up in disgust, says some rude things in a rude voice, calls for a taxi and he's gone. I'm watching the drama in silence.

She turns to me. I'm going to help you. We will go to the police station. Will you wait here? I will get my car.
I nod mutely. I'm not sure how to react.

She calls for a taxi. It arrives in a few seconds. While getting in she speaks loudly to wake me out of my trance.

Wait here, I'll be back in 15 minutes. I nod earnestly.

I'll wait. What else can I do anyway?

gowda79 · 10th March 2009, 12:04

And you are making us to wait until she comes with the taxi sorry her car to pick you up

leadf00t · 10th March 2009, 12:08

Oh yes the yeti sticks to his time "10th March 2009, 11:55"
late morning not afternoon.

This is getting super interesting. You find a girl to help you , who is actually accompanying a guy whose car is totalled by your mistake.

God does this really happen in life or just in Bollywood movies???

@sam - I wonder how you get stuck in such scenarios and end up making such an excellent movie out of it.

Dial 9 ... Operator .. Can I have big bag of popcorn served at my desk please. I am getting ready for a thriller.

Sam Kapasi · 10th March 2009, 12:42

I see an small Citroën driving towards me. It's her. The car looks old.

She drives up to me, opens the door and steps out.
Get in.
I look at her confused, wondering why she got out in the first place.
No not from that door, it doesn't open.
Ah.

I get into the drivers seat and slide myself into the passenger seat. She gets in, starts and we're off.

Cigarette?
Huh?
Do you want a cigarette?
Yes, thank you.
It's got a yellow butt.
She turns towards me.
The butt. I hold the cigarette up. It's yellow. In my country Marlboro lights are completely white.
Even the end?
Yes, all the way to the end.
And the regular Marlboro?
They have the same yellow butt.
She laughs. How strange.
Yeah.

I must apologise for my boyfriend's behaviour. He isn't thinking straight.
No it's OK, I guess he's very upset about his car.
It's just that he works at a restaurant and he saved up for 5 years to buy a sportscar.
How old was that Alfa Romeo?
2 months she says, half laughing. Poor guy, he is really upset.
I nod. I feel bad that this had to happen to him.

5 seconds of silence.
What do you do?
Me? I'm a radio jockey. Pointing towards the car radio - I have my own show on that station.
Wow! I thought you had a nice voice, now I know why.
Thanks.

Thanks for helping me.
It's OK. I know you had no idea what to do and nobody wanted to help you. But now my boyfriend is really upset with me.
I'm sorry.
No it's OK. He's more upset about his car.

Do you know how to get to Bonn?
Huh?
Bonn. Can you get to Bonn?
Why?
To the Indian Embassy. You have to go to the Indian Embassy and tell them about your father. They will speak to the Munich Police.

Suddenly I feel the cigarette shaking in my hand as I think of this unfortunate situation.

She's driving quickly and thinking. I'm staring out of the window, cigarette lit but forgotten.

Here we are. The police station. She parks quickly and steps out leaving the door open and waiting. I slide to the left, sliding under the steering wheel and out from the same side. She locks the car and walks into the station with me.

A quick word in German with the man at the desk and he points to a room inside speaking back to her.

Your father is in there, in that room with some officers. The policeman will take you to him.
OK...
I must go now.
I look at her. You're leaving?
There is nothing more I can do here. Remember, if you cannot help your Dad here, take a train and go to Bonn.
I nod.
Don't worry. They're all just doing their duty you know. Don't worry, it will all be OK.
I nod again.
I have to go home now. Her eyes look worried and I understand. Her boyfriend is waiting at home and he needs her.

She gives me a quick hug, turns and is gone. I don't even know her name.

kalpeshc · 10th March 2009, 13:01

If this would've been a Hindi movie from the 70s, the mystery lady would turn out to be none other than TheOne !!!

Nevertheless, this is equally nail-biting. Somehow this time the episodes are shorter (or maybe our expectations have become taller!)

navin · 10th March 2009, 13:05

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

The car has now stopped. So has my heart.

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

A shiny red Alfa Romeo Spyder has crashed hard into the stationary Audi.

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

We're stunned..

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

My father has been arrested.

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

She gives me a quick hug, turns and is gone. I don't even know her name.

Sam's copying Scheherazade! Even the endings are similar.

9th March 2009, 20:04	#49
iraghava Senior - BHPian Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Bhaiyyaland Posts: 8,033 Thanked: 265 Times View My Garage	1 DM in 2001 (before the Euro came into being) was about 22 rupees. Carry on Sam!
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9th March 2009, 20:12	#50
v1p3r Senior - BHPian Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: BLR / DXB / LON Posts: 5,334 Thanked: 6,896 Times View My Garage	I never tire of hearing this story.
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10th March 2009, 11:55	#55
Sam Kapasi Distinguished - BHPian Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Mumbai (but wat Posts: 6,997 Thanked: 2,378 Times View My Garage	Gentle helps the Yeti® The silence is only broken by the occasional sound of a car passing by. The passing cars stare curiously at the mangled red sportscar. Nobody stops. I'm standing motionless. My mind is racing. How much money do I have? Not much. Dad didn't have his passport, neither do I. Should I go back to my hotel? Oh Papa, what do I do, where do I find you? I am staring at the card in my hand. It has the address of the police station. What will you do now? I turn to her. She looks kind, gentle and beautiful. Alfa looks like quite a loser. Ah well, a loser with a sportscar. Still, she doesn't look like she's the type... What will you do? I don't know. She takes the card from my hand. Do you know how to get there? It's pretty far. No. You can take a taxi. Yeah, I guess. Do you have money for the taxi? I turn my face towards her. I don't know. I don't know anything at all. While we're talking, a tow truck takes the Alfa away. Alfa is standing and watching his precious being hooked and chained. He occasionally stares angrily at Gentle and I talking and turns back towards his car. He is scowling so hard that in another situation it might even have been comical. The car's gone. The road is silent. Alfa male walks up to us and speaks angrily to Gentle in German. I understand nothing of it. His tone says "Come on, what are you trying to help him for? I need attention, my car has crashed" She replies. Softly and gesturing gently towards me. Her face and tone make it quite clear that she understands that I need some help. She speaks softly but firmly. Alfa raises his voice. A mix of frustration and temper. She repeats the same thing she said earlier, only through gritted teeth. I like her already. Alfa throws his arms up in disgust, says some rude things in a rude voice, calls for a taxi and he's gone. I'm watching the drama in silence. She turns to me. I'm going to help you. We will go to the police station. Will you wait here? I will get my car. I nod mutely. I'm not sure how to react. She calls for a taxi. It arrives in a few seconds. While getting in she speaks loudly to wake me out of my trance. Wait here, I'll be back in 15 minutes. I nod earnestly. I'll wait. What else can I do anyway? Last edited by Sam Kapasi : 10th March 2009 at 11:58.
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10th March 2009, 12:04	#56
gowda79 Senior - BHPian Join Date: May 2007 Location: Bengaluru Posts: 1,478 Thanked: 194 Times View My Garage	And you are making us to wait until she comes with the taxi sorry her car to pick you up
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10th March 2009, 12:08	#57
leadf00t BHPian Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: MH04 Posts: 439 Thanked: 15 Times View My Garage	Oh yes the yeti sticks to his time "10th March 2009, 11:55" late morning not afternoon. This is getting super interesting. You find a girl to help you , who is actually accompanying a guy whose car is totalled by your mistake. God does this really happen in life or just in Bollywood movies??? @sam - I wonder how you get stuck in such scenarios and end up making such an excellent movie out of it. Dial 9 ... Operator .. Can I have big bag of popcorn served at my desk please. I am getting ready for a thriller. Last edited by Rehaan : 1st April 2009 at 13:10. Reason: Rule #11
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10th March 2009, 12:42	#58
Sam Kapasi Distinguished - BHPian Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Mumbai (but wat Posts: 6,997 Thanked: 2,378 Times View My Garage	YetiBlog® - The drive to the station I see an small Citroën driving towards me. It's her. The car looks old. She drives up to me, opens the door and steps out. Get in. I look at her confused, wondering why she got out in the first place. No not from that door, it doesn't open. Ah. I get into the drivers seat and slide myself into the passenger seat. She gets in, starts and we're off. Cigarette? Huh? Do you want a cigarette? Yes, thank you. It's got a yellow butt. She turns towards me. The butt. I hold the cigarette up. It's yellow. In my country Marlboro lights are completely white. Even the end? Yes, all the way to the end. And the regular Marlboro? They have the same yellow butt. She laughs. How strange. Yeah. I must apologise for my boyfriend's behaviour. He isn't thinking straight. No it's OK, I guess he's very upset about his car. It's just that he works at a restaurant and he saved up for 5 years to buy a sportscar. How old was that Alfa Romeo? 2 months she says, half laughing. Poor guy, he is really upset. I nod. I feel bad that this had to happen to him. 5 seconds of silence. What do you do? Me? I'm a radio jockey. Pointing towards the car radio - I have my own show on that station. Wow! I thought you had a nice voice, now I know why. Thanks. Thanks for helping me. It's OK. I know you had no idea what to do and nobody wanted to help you. But now my boyfriend is really upset with me. I'm sorry. No it's OK. He's more upset about his car. Do you know how to get to Bonn? Huh? Bonn. Can you get to Bonn? Why? To the Indian Embassy. You have to go to the Indian Embassy and tell them about your father. They will speak to the Munich Police. Suddenly I feel the cigarette shaking in my hand as I think of this unfortunate situation. She's driving quickly and thinking. I'm staring out of the window, cigarette lit but forgotten. Here we are. The police station. She parks quickly and steps out leaving the door open and waiting. I slide to the left, sliding under the steering wheel and out from the same side. She locks the car and walks into the station with me. A quick word in German with the man at the desk and he points to a room inside speaking back to her. Your father is in there, in that room with some officers. The policeman will take you to him. OK... I must go now. I look at her. You're leaving? There is nothing more I can do here. Remember, if you cannot help your Dad here, take a train and go to Bonn. I nod. Don't worry. They're all just doing their duty you know. Don't worry, it will all be OK. I nod again. I have to go home now. Her eyes look worried and I understand. Her boyfriend is waiting at home and he needs her. She gives me a quick hug, turns and is gone. I don't even know her name. Last edited by Sam Kapasi : 10th March 2009 at 12:49.
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kalpeshc BHPian Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: Mumbai Posts: 535 Thanked: 137 Times	If this would've been a Hindi movie from the 70s, the mystery lady would turn out to be none other than TheOne !!! Nevertheless, this is equally nail-biting. Somehow this time the episodes are shorter (or maybe our expectations have become taller!)
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