Prior to Operation Blue Star, when terrorism was in full swing in Punjab, I was once arrested by a constable during random checking near Amritsar for possessing weapon, a big knife. The offending knife in question was a paper cutter with broad steel blade and wooden handle resembling Nepali Kukri, useless for anything other then cutting papers. No amount of explanation that I was dealing in gift items and had a catalogue detailing the article impressed the constable who took me to the police station.
It was only after three hours that a senior Babu came that I was able to explain my tale of woo, when he ordered my release but only after penalizing me for my “improper and suspicious behavior and causing commotion”, advising me not to return to the town for three months. Three months? I never went back.
It was only after three hours that a senior Babu came that I was able to explain my tale of woo, when he ordered my release but only after penalizing me for my “improper and suspicious behavior and causing commotion”, advising me not to return to the town for three months. Three months? I never went back.
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