Police trolled :P

This a short account of my experience in Japan. I wrote it many days back.

It was a rainy day and I came back from the campus to my apartment. There were two police cars standing outside my apartment. My apartment has many rooms and I have a room in it. I was shocked a little. Policewas looking towards the room which yesterday I had knocked in the evening. I was little shocked but not fearful for I had done nothing wrong. Meanwhile, I parked my bicycle and apartment owner was standing there. I enquired him, he said “Someone has kept a mail in his mailbox and lady got panic”. I answered him back with a foolish smile on my face, “I kept that mail”. The owner called someone and talked to someone in Japanese difficult for me to make to whom he was talking. Later came to know that he had called up the Professor. While he talked on phone, I just kept my right hand on my head and said to myself, ‘Oh my God !’.

The room 202 in which the lady lived is three rooms away from mine. Yesterday, I couldn’t get my pan heated on induction cooker. The controls and manual was in Japanese language, leaving me confused. I thought, I could ask someone, and hence I knocked at that door. No one opened the door, then thinking she/he might have got afraid, I left message that ‘I am new to Japan and need some help - Nehchal, Resident Room 205, Sky Heights’. The worst happened, she couldn’t read English and couldn’t understand and called the police.

The policeman came towards me, said ‘Hi’ with a little smile on his face while raising his right hand and asked for my passport and ID card, which I have kept in my bag  (Though careless, I keep important things in my bag :P ). Professor on phone acted like translator between me and police. After talk with police, apartment owner and professor the police went off  happily J. But of course police noted down my name and date of birth in their diary :P, I am on Japanese police record now J.. The owner is a ‘always happy’ person, he came to my room. I was thinking he would scold me or something but he was laughing as always. He found that the pan was not compatible for induction cooker, he bought me new one and changed my television because that also didn’t worked. And hence, here I end my story.