# Yes, I Had Broken the Law #

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

Hello, dear friends,

I trust this blog post finds you in good health and high spirits. I’ve always found the daily prompt writing questions quite intriguing. So, here’s once again an interesting for you: “Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?”

Well, my friends, I must admit, I find myself doing it almost every day. But fear not, it’s all in good humor. Yes, my philosophy is that — “laws are made to be broken “—just kidding. 😂😂😂

There are times when circumstances force you to unintentionally break the law. However, it’s crucial to ensure that no harm is done to others.

I’ve had several instances where I found myself unintentionally breaking the law. One particular incident comes to mind, and I’d like to share it with all of you.

Having spent the majority of my banking career in Kolkata, working in different branches over 11 years, I’ve had my fair share of experiences. Now, in my retired days, I often reminisce about the memorable moments, some of which involve unintentionally breaking the law.

These incidents never fail to bring a smile to my face, especially in today’s stressful times when a little laughter can go a long way.

Let me share one such memory from my past. This story takes place during my posting at the Shyambazar branch. I was residing alone in the Bansdroni area of Kolkata, and my primary mode of commuting to the office was the Metro Rail —  a very comfortable compared to the chaotic bus journeys filled with pollution.

On one occasion, my family was in Bardhaman, and I had to travel between Bardhaman and Kolkata for a month.

The local train journey from Bardhaman to Kolkata was about an hour. It was a unique experience for me, and this journey was scheduled for December 31, the last day of the year, as I had to reach Bardhaman by 6.00 PM.

With a New Year stage show planned for my granddaughter, I left the office early at 4:00 PM and reached Howrah station via a steamer across the river. Little did I know that this journey would involve unintentionally breaking the law.

While waiting in line to buy a train ticket at the counter, someone opportunistically took away my mobile phone from my pocket. Despite my attempts to chase after the thief, he vanished into the chaos of the station.

Distressed and without a ticket, I knew I had to reach Bardhaman in time for my granddaughter’s function, and waiting for the next train was not an option.

Without much thought, I headed towards platform six, where the local trains usually departed. Upon reaching the platform, I saw the train slowly gaining speed. Without hesitation, I managed to board the moving train, finding a bit of space to sit in the crowded compartments.

As I sat down, closed my eyes, and mourned the loss of my mobile phone, the train continued on its journey. My mind was occupied with thoughts of what to do after losing the phone.

When I eventually opened my eyes and checked my watch, I realized an hour of the journey had passed, and Bardhaman station would soon be approaching.

Curious, I asked a fellow passenger about the time it would take to reach Bardhaman. To my surprise, they informed me that this train was heading to Midnapore, not Bardhaman. The route to Bardhaman was in the opposite direction.

Shocked, I inquired if this train was the Bardhaman local, to which the passenger replied, “No, this is the Midnapore local. You’ll have to get off at the next station, Mecheda, and then take a local bus to reach Bardhaman.”

Now I was in trouble again, the fear of a fine for boarding the wrong train without a ticket haunted me, considering I had already been fined once at Bardhaman. A kind fellow passenger assured me that he would help me get out of the station and onto the road outside to avoid the fine.

Despite the fear of consequences, I thanked the helpful passenger, who safely guided me out of the station. A small bus stand awaited me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of the journey involved a local bus ride on bumpy village roads, experiencing the unique charm of a “loose bones” feeling on that local bus jumping.

I reached home by 10 PM, missing the function, and everyone was surprised at my unusually late arrival.

When questioned about the delay, I couldn’t reveal the truth of accidentally boarding the wrong train. So, I crafted a fictional story, claiming, “Big officials visited the bank, causing the delay.”

Inwardly, I thought, “Today was indeed an unlucky day for me, but despite the delay, I safely reached my destination.”

Whenever I remember this incident, I can’t help but smile. I hope you enjoyed this amusing tale of unintentionally breaking the law. Please feel free to share your feelings as well.



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  1. When we have heavy snowstorms here, the local authorities clear the major “snow route” streets first. Unfortunately, the plows leave big drifts across the intersections of the side roads onto the major “snow route” roads.

    I drive a small car – a VW Golf SportWagen – that can high center on these drifts if I come to a complete stop at the stop signs that always are there to regulate traffic off the side roads onto the “snow route” major roads. I know, though, that if I break the law by taking a run at the drift, ignoring the stop sign, my car will make it over the drift, and I avoid getting stuck!

    I note that the risk to me is approaching an intersection and having approaching traffic on the “snow route” forcing me to complete stop. In that case, I let the traffic pass, then back up on the road (also against the law!) so I can get sufficient momentum to sail over the snow drift blocking my path onto the “snow route” road! Yes, I also will be speeding over the speed limit by the time I sail over the drift, so I break the law three ways at one time. (I hate driving after heavy snow storms!)

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  2. 🩶

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  3. Some times such situation happens in banker’s life.Breaking law and follow a practice is usually a common.Nice blog.

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