'twas just yesterday when I decided to leave for Gethia. Having only an hour at hand, things happen in great haste. Soon I am at the station, fatigue apparent, disheveled look. As I enter, this policeman at the gates eyes me, and instructs me not to proceed any further without a luggage check. He starts off on a rude note, quizzing me about my background, while rummaging through my items much like an irresponsible child, recklessly (and needlessly) scattering them about on his table.
Where I thought I'd got myself into a bit of trouble was when I replied to being a student, continuation to my old tradition that doesn't seem to peel away. Upon asking for a student ID proof, I realised that I couldn't produce any, and felt a tinge of nervousness. However I continued with handing over my driver's license which, too, wasn't in a very good shape. But what happened in its follow-up is what was shocking: he eyes the license, reads my name, and immediately loses his interest in my profile, asking me to wrap up my items and not bother showing the larger rucksack.
Perplexed, what I could imagine was that I qualified at being a non-muslim, which made things easy.
Had I been in a situation where Hindus, instead of Muslims, were being (wrongly) targeted for terror, I think I'd have botched it up pretty bad and landed in jail. And never would've had the change to blog this :|
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