Its my birthday, I wake up at around 10 like any other day, Little did I know how the day was going to unfold...
I receive calls from friends and relatives as the day progresses.. Calls from people who you knew would call , surprising calls from good ol' pals... Just another birthday, thats what i said to myself :)
At 1pm the courier man arrives to deliver the long awaited camera , my prized possession. My mom receives the package and brings it to me , As soon as I hold the package , I m like "This is so light as if it were only the thermocol box and nothing in it ." Anyways I set that thought aside and the next moment me and my uncle are unpacking the package in an impatient frenzy, I was filled with joy, although momentary because to our freaking surprise, the box was empty. For a moment I thought it was a joke and snapped back to reality in the next millisecond. I walked down to my room, filled with a million thoughts in my mind, picked up and called the camera guy in madras.
Tring Tring ...
Me: Hello , I m calling from coimbatore , Jaskirat Singh
Camera Guy: Yeah tell me , did you receive the parcel?
Me: Yeah , but there is nothing inside!!
Camera Guy: WHAT?! Camera ? Battery ? Nothing ?
Me: Yeah! Are you sure you put the shit inside?
Camera guy is pissed offf...
Camera Guy: Sir , How can you bluntly blame me like this , I have been in this field for ten years.
Me: Sorry that was not my intention.. But what the heck am i supposed to do ?
Camera Guy: I ll go and check upon the madras branch of the courier office, meanwhile you enquire at the coimbatore branch.
Me: (Confused) Ok
I kick start the bike and fled to the RS puram branch of the courier office at coimbatore, since that was the branch that delivered the package to me. I walk in to the courier office with a 'baffled and fucked-up' look on my face, I explain to this guy (Vijaykumar, branch office manager) what happened. He is like please bring the parcel , we might need to have a look at it . I m like "what the hell difference is an empty parcel box with a paper cover outside make to you, call up the head office, get me the tracking details, when the parcel arrived at where and stuff". Meanwhile I go home and get the empty parcel shit. I call upon my neighbor cum family friend, Mr Mickey and his accomplice to come with me for help.
As we walk out of the house , Its drizzling , we decide to take the car. We ride to the Same RS puram branch of the courier office. The three of us walk to the same guy I met earlier, The guy is clueless . He says "I ll have to wait for the delivery boy who came to deliver the package to your house and then i ll get back to you"
I m like "Here liSten, check the weight of this empty box and shit", he is like its 200grams, to which i reply "the parcel was booked for 350 grams approximately, check your records, The package seems to be torn and repacked on one end"
Mr mickey notices the cello tape on one end of the torn package and cuts in the middle "Listen , Its a clear case of fraud, Look at the cello tape , there is variation is the width of the cello tape used to originally pack this which is all over the thing and this other wider cello tape which has been only used at this one end and ofcourse let alone the 150 grams weight missing". The other guy is baffled, He picks up the cell phone and tries to contact the delivery boy , walking out of the office. Meanwhile we are sitting at his desk and thinking what to do next, we had to get to the problem point, where this shit occured. It could have happened in the madras office, or maybe at the madras head office, or at the coimbatore head office or this one. Head offices and transit systems are ruled out because there are more checkpoints there and hardly any time for this shit to happen, parcels only stay momentarily at head offices and are distributed to branch offices almost immediately, Besides there are too many people at a head office for this kind of fraud to occur. All of a sudden, our friend here notices the cello tape at the courier office, and subtly points it out to me. Me and mickey examine that shit and it seems to be the same width as the one on the torn side, repacked shit. Okay, no big deal, there prolly only 2-3 sizes of cello tape and luckily or unluckily the one here seems to be the one so no big deal. The vijay kumar guy arrives and we explain the rapacked shit to him, although we dont tell him about the cello tape he is like i can tell you something only after the delivery boy comes back...
The manager guy is , my responsibility stops with handing over the parcel to you which was checked to be 380 grams, After that its your problem. I don't care how you do it. The computer and machine are not wrong, there is 170gram variation and you are liable for explanation ...
The delivery guy who brought the parcel to my place is also here outside the cabin.He is waiting out with an innocent face, i-dint-do-it shit.
Then i walk out blankly,as if i dont care what happened to the cam , i know i ll get it.(ah! fuck i was in tears i was controling them)
Now cos after the weight shit i m pretty much sure it happened here, so as i leave i give them shit about the cello tape, the intention was to freak who ever was involved, if by chance he was a novice at this stealing shit , he should give in eventually.And i leave, these guys are like confused
Then at 7 o clock we go to the rs puram office, this other unknown guy is there and mickey is like "where is vijay kumar?", the other guy is like , "he is gone out,he should be back in 10 mins.".