Well I might be just a hurt customer. I grew up reading DH and loved every page of it, quiet simple and exiciting. I’ve been in the news too a couple a times, as a Radio Jockie and a Vocalist of a band called 4th Dimension..
I’m really sorry for putting this rev here but this is the letter I typed DH and thought they would take action but there was no news from them. here goes...
It was the 10 Nov ’05.
I work in the nights so I was fast asleep at 11.15 am while I got a call from my friend and co worker whose name is Victor Charles Mekirtish.
He told me that he was in trouble and asked me to come as soon as possible to Kamanahalli Empire, I asked him what the problem was, he couldn’t talk, so I guessed that there was a threat.
I got up got ready and with a sleepy and confused head started my black pulsar and rode off to Kamanahalli.
On reaching hotel Empire I felt my phone vibrate and I answered it, it was Victor he said that he sees me and not to worry.
In a few seconds he was there and a police man in cvil was standing with him.
My immediate thought was that victor had got himself into trouble and he has asked me to come there for some morale support, but no.
The police man asked me to take my bike to the Banasawadi police station and park it there and walk into the police station.
I was asked to sit in a corner and by then it was about 12 in the afternoon, there was no sign of victor.
Sitting there I was threatned by some of the policemen to take off my earings, was scolded for having tattoos and was being humiliated in front of all the other police men.
I took it all lightly because I knew that they were police men and I can’t do anything.
I sat there for over an hour before I saw victor again and they pushed him into the place I was sitting and demanded to talk off his shoes and jacket...
I could see his heart pounding while his face went red and I could hear my heart pounding too.... I didn’t do anything why am I being treated this way... was what I was thinking.
Victor is a friend of mine who stays is Lingrajapuram I’ve known him for about 3yrs now. We play in a band called 4th dimension together, we also help in our church every sunday morning. There is nothing that we could have done for these police men to treat us this way.
The policemen had got Victor’s pulsar number in a complaint Logged for kidnapping of a girl, so they went to the RTO got his address and went to his house woke him up and got him to the station. They had told Victor that he was being booked for eve teasing and that the girl had given his bike number.
She had complained that she was kidnapped on the 05/Nov/05 at 12pm near Kullappa cir. At 12pm on that very same day victor was in his house sleeping while his bike was parked inside his house, I was sleeping too with my bike parked inside my compound, both of us were no where close to the crime scean.
The reason why I was called was because the girl had complained that the guy that kidnapped her, his name started with J or JO so Victor told the policeman when asked if he has any friends whose name starts with J with a black pulsar he convienently gave my name and called me.
So now I’m one of the prime suspects too.
Its about 2o clock now and I’m asking the police man what this all about, and he totally keeps shut
At last Victor comes back and so far we are not allowed to use our mobile phones to even call family or friends.
He sat with me for a few mins and we spoke a little and he told me just a little of what was happening.
The girl had come to identify us and she had seen Victor, she told the cops that it was not him and next was my turn to talk to the inspector and to be identifyed.
All I knew at his point was that this was an eve teasing case so I was hoping that I haven’t screamed at some girl in road rage, but Im not a person who does things like that.
So confidently I walk into the inspector’s office...
The conversation ....
What is your name???
Sir Joel sir
AH? Josh ah?
no sir its Joel .. J O E L (I spell it to him)
Ah? Josh ah?
oh joeyal ah? ok
What are you doing?
Working sir.
Then he askes the girl if I was the one...
She looks at me and tells the inspector that I’m not the one.. (Clue: He can let me go now I’m free!!! YEA)
But no not good enough there is got to be a mistake he should be guilty of something.
So what they do is seize both our bikes and ask us to go home at 3:30 pm and come back at 6.00pm
I asked them. ’’How do you expect us to go home and to work ?’’ they answer was a grin and a ’’Take the bus or walk.’’
I convinced my self saying thay are just doing they job while Victor and I walked home.
6 O clock has come and Victor and I were in the station again and the cop we were supposed to meet was not there, so we waited again for around an hour.
At last he was there and he said sorry we cant give you your bikes today give me 3 days time.
At this point I could stand it no more and we told him that the girl did’nt identify us and that my bike number was not even in the picture neither was I so why are you doin this??
There was no responce from them, he just said give me some time.
Just outside the police station I met the girl’s father and I started talking to him and he suprised me.
He said ’’Sorry sir I know it’s a wrong identity you are not the people’’
So I told him to give that in writting and asking them to release our bikes.
He said he will but vanished from there. So there went my hope of getting my bike.
We spoke to the cop again and told him that this was so unfair, I’d lost my one day’s pay one day’s sleep and more than anything the humiliation of being a kidnapper.
After all of this he threatnes us and says in kanada that when they find the real people who did this, they will ask them if they know us, and if they do we are going to be in too.
Then he asks for our bikes original documents and keeps it and says take your bike, and I asked him why he was keeping the document he said we will have to pay a fine.
I asked how much he said 5 thousand for each bike I asked for what and he said to wipe away all that has been accused against you and your bike. I then told the police ’’but nothing has been reported on my bike’’, and he said just because I’m Victor’s friend I will have to.
Now, I’m a middle class person in todays society. It’s not easy to just get 3 thousand ruppes and irratitating to spend that hard earned money for something you are not responsible for.
My personal doubt:
How can anyone kidnap a girl who is about 18-20 yrs on a pulsar at 12 pm????
This girl has run away with some guy and not had the strength to stay on and so she has come back home and complained that she was kidnapped and given a vauge number or purpously given his number (Victor goes past that place almost everyday)
If the police questions her I’m sure it will bring out a lot more truth than questioning innocent citizens and stealing there valuable time and hard earned money.
I was called out of my house just because my name starts with a J and I have a black Pulsar??? I have to pay a fine to get my documents back? Is that even fair?
Who will stand against this sort of a crime? who will question them? Why are we letting it be? They are just profissional GANGASTERS.
How can we trust them to protect us?
I Dont trust police men and thats not because of what we see in movies but because of what I saw and went through on the 10/Nov/05
Once again I’m sorry for posting this here just thought if DH reads it they might still wanna publish it.
Thank you.
Joel