Mugged! (Part-1)

I’ve never been away from blogging so long I guess…just that I was occupied / preoccupied with some other stuff that changed my life. I got mugged last week. Yes robbed! This is what happened…

It was some time after 7 when I started walking home from. I didn’t have to, but since I was bound to skip my workout I thought I might as well walk. As always there was a lot of traffic (what else can you expect from Bangalore), but somehow it wasn’t affecting me. I put on my earphones, and the loud blaring music from my phone completely killed the menacing sounds produced by the honking vehicles all around me. All in all I was having fun walking!

What I didn’t foresee was Murphy’s Law coming true. You know, “when something can go wrong, it will.” I was very close to my place. Less than 5 minutes away. That’s when I decided I’ll take a different route home. Why? Just like that! So I started walking down that dark deserted road around 8. It’s a narrow street, lined with houses on both sides. Kareena was crooning “Chaliya Chaliya”, as my hair flew beautifully (I think) in the wind. When suddenly I felt a violent jerk around my arm, and the next thing I know my handbag has been snatched from me by a couple of guys on a bike.

I screamed. I think I’ve never screamed with so much fear, anger, shock all rolled into one. I ran behind the bike to see the license plate. But those motherfuckers were really quick and with a flash they disappeared. I saw a guy nearby, sitting on a stationary bike. I told him my bag had been snatched and I needed to follow the” biker boys”. He just refused!!!

I was shaking all over, but there was no time to lose. I ran some more, trying to figure out where those assholes would have gone in the labyrinth of streets. I lost a lot of precious time there. A car stopped beside me, and a guy stepped out to ask what was wrong. I told him what happened, and he offered to search the streets with me. I sat in the car and he ordered his driver to start the car. As we were searching I called up the bank and cancelled my debit and credit cards. No damage done there.

The search was futile. I knew it would lead to nothing; the fuckers wouldn’t be hanging around there, smoking a joint. But giving up didn’t seem to be the right thing to do either. After a few minutes I thanked the guy and got off the car.

I had to report the theft. I knew the police station was close by, but not the exact location. So I asked a guy walking by. Are you in trouble? Yeah, I just got mugged. He asked me if I knew the local language. Nope. He offered to come along, and did too. He translated whatever I said in English to Kannada (the language spoken here). Then a fat cop wanted to see the scene of crime, and I took him there. The Good Samaritan came along as well.

Now you’re probably wondering how this incident “changed my life” as I claimed initially. True, I lost a lot of stuff, right from the super sexy handbag to my smart new wallet…stylish goggles, cosmetics…and a whole lot of other girlie stuff. True, I had to get all my credit, debit cards reissued; the toughest was the PAN card. True, I lost my house-keys and had to get the lock changed (I wrote down my address on a piece of paper and kept it in my wallet) for the last thing I wanted was to have a burglary. But all this doesn’t change a person’s life does it? That’s because losing some material goods is not the worst that happened to me…

The fearless gal who could walk out of home alone at any time is a paranoid freaked out scared chick now. I keep looking over my shoulder to make sure that no one’s trying to repeat history with me. If it can happen at 8, it can happen at 7 too! I am terrified of walking alone. I need someone to drop me home or I need an auto. And the fact that I’ve walked from office to home at 10 pm is freezing my insides now…

There’s more coming up…fucked up cops, finding some of the stuff, difference between South and North Indians…Wait for the next update!