When you feel like a foreigner in your own country. Road trip to Kadapa for a wedding started on a great note went wrong somewhere in the middle and ended on an IPC note
A road trip with friend ends up in section IPC 337 and felt like being a foreigner in your own country
We started for Kadapa from Bangalore at 12 in the noon . The journey was fantastic the road in India must say have improved vastly except for some bad spots here and there. The ride was all in all a good experience and Kadapa looked even better
THE WEDDING LOCATION
Kadapa looked a beautiful place for the wedding venue,
The venue was nice. The event was hosted by Kirti and Krishna who did a wonderful job in getting everything organised, the interior décor was nice and as per the theme selected by the host. Both of them are a wonderful people.
The bar was the most beautiful place in the venue ..lol. and everyone loved the cocktails. The bride was from Germany and the groom from Andhra Pradesh. Was quite a mixed crowd but all in all a great event .
The Drive Back
Now here is where it all became a little weird but thanks to a few good men who took care of everything.
We left to Bangalore at 7 in the morning . Since we had the whole day we decided to have some photo shoot on the way. We took another route back to Bangalore, not the same one we came from. This one was entering from Whitefield . the scenery on the way was quite mind blowing. Stopped at some good location and did a one-hour photo shoot. Nothing professional just a fun shoot. Took off and decided to head straight back to Bangalore.
And Disaster Struck
One hour drive after the photo shoot we reached MADANAPALLI, a place hard to forget now on. The road being a bit narrow had to maintain a speed of not more than 30 km an hour. Suddenly a bike on the left to my car hit the car on the left front door
Man that was totally uninvited. Didn’t know what to do. Saw them falling from the bike . I immediately stopped and rushed off the car to help them. Picked one of them personally and took them to the side, and that’s when I noticed that he was under the influence of alcohol …. Didn’t need to be a bartender to do it , I could actually smell him from one foot away. The locals of the area suddenly appeared and that when it took a bit turn. As I thought I was in the right I don’t bother to run away but called the police instead
Madanapalli 1Town police
And there came the heroes to my rescue . ..lol. at least that’s what I thought. And here a new story starts. Went to the police station thinking I was right as the guy was drunk. But none listened. Thankfully the guy didn’t suffer any major injury
Foreigner in your own country
But even on repeatedly insisting on getting his blood checked for alcohol. No one paid attention and his blood report was not taken. At that point actually felt like a FOREIGNER IN MY OWN COUNTRY. Was also informed in the station that right or wrong doesn’t matter. Only the vehicle size does and the bigger vehicle is always at fault and to my bad luck, mine was the bigger vehicle .Had to spend one extra night in Madanapalle and thanks to a FEW GOOD MEN, left the next evening with a FIR and IPC 337 to my name. And all of this just because I stopped to help a person who hit my car in a drunk state and was wearing no helmet. I could only think of reaching Bangalore, at that situation. There’s too much to mention of the incident but that’s not the purpose.
Sometimes it so hard to believe, that in India, Indians don’t but local matters. It’s Time this changes . India for Indians that’s all that should matter. Stuck in Madanapalli without knowing anyone there made us actually feel like a “Foreigner in my own country”. As Bartender’s we have to travel a lot, but incidents like this would definitely make us think twice.
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