You hear it on the news everyday but u never pay much attention coz u think this will never happen to u. Well, it did. It was the start of the long weekend (a 4.5 days long), a perfectly well laid out with plans long weekend. Little did i know that all my plans were about to change.
Day 1- Friday
6.30pm- I realized I forgot my wallet at work. FML. Living without all your cards and id’s for four days is not even a question. I knew I had to get it back. So without thinking I start driving to work. I know no one is there past 5pm except maybe security. As I approached the main door I hear a voice- is it God? No can’t be coz its telling me to come back another day and another time. The genius in me concluded it must be security. How did they know? I didn’t even touch the front door yet- Creepers! After figuring out where the voice was coming from (which was a hidden intercom that u never notice even thou u walk past that damn thing every single day) I answered back.
After explaining the whole situation, after flashing my ID in front of the camera, after numerous other security steps I finally got thru them. At this point I was waiting for someone to escort me into the building; I was quite impressed by their apt response to the whole situation. Finally the door opened and a security lady (a polite one indeed) escorted me to my desk after un-alarming 3 doors- wow, the building looks so-different at this hour I thought to myself. I walk to my desk and I got my wallet from my drawer and I apologized for the inconvenience I caused to the whole security department. To which they said: “Your are not the first, and you probably won’t be the last!”. Chee Thanx. That makes me feel a whole lot better. That was one ordeal but not even close to what I was going to experience the very same night.
I was laying in my bed when I thought I heard rapid gunshots at a very close range. I jumped up at the sound of that. WTF, I thought to myself. After waiting for few seconds, I went close to the window and I stood behind the wall (obviously I won’t stand in front of the window- what if I get shot?) and peaked through my blinds. I saw someone run in the distance but I could only see the legs and that the man was wearing a black and white track pants. Thanx to the tree in front of my window I could not see the ethnicity of the man. OMG should I call the police? I thought to myself. Then I wondered if my sister heard it so I went to her room and she was doing precisely the same thing- watching through her blinds. After few mins we saw the cops patrol our neighborhood. Oh this did not look good. They were patrolling on foot with flashlights (the kinds u see in CSI). I was patrolling inside my house trying to figure out what happened. They did not let anyone come out of the house. After spending 45 mins trying to piece together all the possibilities that could have happened, I decided I was too tired to think any further and went to bed.
Day 2- 9.30 AM
I was woken up by my sister- “You need to get up”, she said. I did. Quietly followed her downstairs coz I knew she had to tell me or show me something-it was the look on her face that gave that away. That was wen I saw our front door window was smashed and all the glass was lying inside our house. WTF I say again- Well its kinda automatic when things like these happen. I can’t help it. I tried to calm her down reasoning that its prolly someone who wanted to hide at our place and has smtg to do with the gunshots we heard last nite. No worries, i told her. Let’s call the Cops. Before doing that, I just wanted to have a look from outside my house. When i did go outside I saw it was not just the front door glass they have broken but my garage door has 6-7 tiny dents in it and the lamp outside is broken too. Yes, u guessed it -WTF? Well, what else do u expect me to say?
Anyways, I called the cops and they just filed a report and put the whole thing under-Home Vandalism. They didn’t even bother to show up and c if it could be possible smtg else- like a targeted attack? After talking to the neighbours we found out that there were two guys with hockey sticks wandering around our neighbourhood making lot of noise. They saw them and yelled and scared them away. Thts prolly wen I saw someone run thru my window last nite. Someone else from the neighborhood also filed a report against them but the no-good cops didn’t tell us that but we had to call them back to tell them to cross reference the two reports. Seriously, shouldn’t the cops know this? I was pissed off! My home is vandalized, I duno who did it, why they did it, is it targeted?, the cops never showed up, I have to fix all this mess- all this BULLSHIT for no god damn reason. This is not how I had planned my long weekend. God I was sooo pissed. FML!
So, after spending hours being scared and pissed I started cleaning up. Let me tell u cleaning up shattered pieces of glass all over the floor is NOT an easy job. They got me twice.
I am a person who needs logical reasoning to everything. And till I figure out what had happened I couldn’t rest in peace. It was around 4 in the evening I talked to my aunt who also lives in the same vicinity and found out that those kids were creating a lot if disturbance in their neighborhood and that our place was just a random attack. That is when I talked to some other neighbours as well and it all fell in one pc- it was just a random attack by some drunkard teenagers who had ntg better to do in life.
It did help knowing what had happened but it still makes me mad on many levels. How can someone shake the very secured feeling that a house gives u for no reason? Why do we rely on police for our security? I learned that its every man for himself in the world we live in today. Its not fair- I did not had to go thru this and feel insecured in my own house just because some kids decided it would be fun to wreck someone’s place. I have learnt many things from this experience and as always it has made me stronger then ever. Life’s like that!
p.s. The weekend from that evening onwards started looking better. It did end well. Thank Heavens!