While riding to the office in the morning, the cop at Hinjewadi chowk politely gestured me to take my bike aside. I obliged without any second thoughts. For the first time, my heart didn’t pound as it used to on my encounter with cops, the reason- I had all my documents in place. He then asked for my license. I pulled out my wallet and showed him my license which he scanned and asked me for the originals. I said, “Sir, ye original hi hai”. He checked it again to his satisfaction.
He then said that my number plate is not as per the standard and it should have been on a white background. I currently have a silver fibre number plate with letters written in plain bold font. Hmm… So this time it wasn’t the documents that the cop was checking for. He then said, “Iski parchi kategi”. I humbly said that I wasn’t aware of such kind of rule. I requested him to issue me a warning instead but in vain. He said Rs. 100 fine was mandatory. Hmm.. not much but this wasn’t that big an issue. Besides the letters on my number plate were in bold and quite legible. It was then that I decided to use my convincing skills. I politely said, “Sir, I commute through this road every day. You may very well get hold of me again tomorrow if I don’t change my number plate. So please issue me a warning and let me go.” Nope… didn’t work fully. I had utilized a Panchatantra fable of cow and tiger in real life. It had done 80% damage. For the rest 20%, I used the recession Ram-Ban - “Sir, at Rs. 100, I can get a new number plate made. And if I still don’t, you may fine me tomorrow”. It worked!! He let me go with a warning, and I left with the promise to change my number plate with the conventional one.
Issued in public interest: All those reading and having fancy number plates, please replace them soon to avoid such encounters.