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I was caught in DUI (Driving under influence) for the first time in my 30 years of life on 27th July Saturday near Kothaguda signal in Hyderabad. The traffic police took all my details like name, father’s name, company I work for, phone number, the place I have been coming from etc. They did a registration with all these details (verified my phone number via OTP) and issued a challan which showed the alcohol level reading 65 (the limit is 30). They also took my picture and a video of me confessing the alcohol reading, then seized my bike after asking me to take away all my other belongings. The constable told me to go for counselling with my parents/wife/sibling (they don’t let friends accompany you during counselling) in Madhapur Traffic Police on Monday and then to the Kukatpally court on Wednesday. I tried imploring, bribing for sometime but nothing worked. I gave up begging and left. My bike was kept in Gachibowli Police Station.I went for counselling with my wife (along with DUI challan, Aadhar card, DL and RC) at 10 am on Monday where they show you all sorts of nonsense videos of people not wearing a helmet, meeting an accident and dying. There you will see lot of people sitting in a hall waiting for the counselling to get over. The police was lecturing the crowd about road safety, harmful effects of alcohol consumption in Telugu of which I did not understand a word even after requesting him to repeat in Hindi/English (I am from north India). Before all the lecture, the constable took my challan, Aadhar card details, DL, RC and made an entry in their system. They also asked me my company’s ID Card. I was freed after 2:30 PM.After few days of counselling, I started googling about similar cases in Hyderabad and got a hint that everyone with DUI cases who went to Kukatpally court was being sent to jail. I sought few lawyers on the internet and spoke to them to know if I can avoid jail time. Almost all of them said that it’s very common and nothing can be done to avoid jail time. There was one who suggested appealing in High court for which he asked Rs 15k and that would also mean shuttling between your home and court on unexpected dates and wasting time with no guarantee of relief. Meanwhile, I also went to Gachibowli police station to get more details about court dates and to know if more delay will make the situation worse. The Constable told me to go on either Monday, Wednesday or Friday. So after a week, I was sure that I will be sent to jail and was calculating how I can minimise the impact of this on my job. I work in an IT company, and this was the time I was loaded with work and could not think of an unplanned leaves. Some lawyer told me I will not be sent to jail for more than 4 days based on my alcohol reading. This made me make best use of the weekend to avoid taking any exra leaves.On 23rd August Friday, I went to Kukatpally Court at 6 am along with my wife (and 3 Aadhar card, Challa, RC, DL copies each). There were people waiting already before us outside the gate. The Gachibowli PS constable arrived at 7:30 and the guard let us in, we all Gachibowli PS criminals stood in a queue, put our signatures at required places on the Warrant and some other papers. Constable warned us that we may be sent to jail and asked us to think again if we are ready before signing the papers and then asked us to come back at 9:30 am on the 3rd floor after having breakfast. Me and my wife decided to go home, take a dump, eat, put all my belongings (watch, mobile, wallet etc) and I only took Rs 5k cash in my pocket since I was unaware of the amount I will be penalised with. I then went back to the court alone, reached at 9:30 on the 3rd floor. Hundreds of anxious drunk drivers and other traffic violators from all the PS (Miyapur, Gachibowli, Madhapur, Kukatpally etc) were gathered and seated in a hall and one of the constable started lecturing the crowd about the traffic violations and dos & don’ts in the court. After waiting for nearly 2 hours there and listening to all the bullshits from the police, all DUI people were made to stand in a queue, march towards the staircase which leads to the Magistrate’s hall on the 2nd floor where everyone stood in a group at one end of the hall. The assistant of the Magistrate questioned if we all were driving under the influence of alcohol and everyone answered in unison ‘Yes sir’. That guy then announced names of people having reading between 30–50 and awarded 3 days of jail. 50–100 were awarded 4 days of jail and so on. Constable lead us to the hall on 3rd floor again, made us sit in groups based on different PS’. We all were allowed to eat lunch after 30 minutes and asked to come back in 5 minutes. I befriended one of the drunk driver who was accompanied by his brother, called my wife from his cellphone and informed that police will take us to Cherlapally Central Jail in a while and I will be released on Monday. We did not have to pay any fine.PS: The time in jail was more interesting than I had imagined, will add details some other day.Edit 1 - To all the people thinking I have no regret, I had committed a mistake and I have the remorse. But I know I was sober when caught, though that does not justify my crime. I did not run away. In fact, going to jail was like an awakening. I met murderers, rapists, people caught in hawala and got to see the life there. Lot of educated people were caught in DUI who I befriended there. I cannot think of repeating this mistake again. The reason to add this answer was to make you all aware about the situation in Hyderabad, I could not find the details about the process and the treatment given to DUI offenders on the internet.Edit 2 - Hari K Prasad For your information, in the counties like USA, the BAC limit is .08 g/dL which is much higher than in India. Whatever the police was lecturing was bullshit because I don’t understand Telugu, they were helpful otherwise. The rich people can still escape. I met a man outside the court who was charging Rs 25k to close the case, the challan and get my bike released and I am sure the police must have his share and role in it. I appreciate whatever Hyderabad Traffic Police is doing to keep violations in check but they have a long way to go.

What was it like to live in Bihar during 1990–2005?Well, It sort of depended on whether one belonged to a specific group of castes or should I say a caste vs the rest of the people.In digital langauge If I say, if one was “Yadav” then he had experience of “1”, and if one was baniya then he had experience of “0”, wouldn’t be entirely wrong.Before I start, I want to make it clear that this answer is solely based on my personal experience as a victim of jungle raj brought up by RJD and its minions hence I may be biased in my analysis.Back then, I used be a shopkeeper @“Saket Vastralay”, which I still am on the paper at least.Running a shop during Lalu’s regime wasn't easy, going down that memory lane is even more difficult for me as a business man who was prime recipient of this fruit of ‘jungle raj’.Anyway, let me recall, how was it to live in that time.In Lalu’s regime, if anyone was happy it was people of “Yadav” community. Lalu Yadav institutionalised corruption and goondaism through his caste men.Be it a contract of PWD’s for roads, or making a school, hospital, Yadavs got it all through their caste link and sources. 95% of those project never saw the sun light. Funds were distributed and parts of it reached top bosses of RJD.My high school which had more than 5000 Indian rosewood trees, by the time I left the school in 2005, it had 100–150 max, no brownies for guessing who were the behind this smuggling.I lost more than 15 lacs in credit. I had no option to say ‘NO’ to a specific group of people who belonged to ruling class, and they never paid back.My friend’s father got kidnapped, released only when (half dead on arrival) he paid 3.5 lacs in ransom (in 2003) and my friend agreed to marry kidnapper’s daughter.Police? What is police? We were safe till the time we had money left to dispense.Even though I live on National Highway with 1000s of shops nearby, I had to be at home before 8 in summer, 6 in winter because of security concerns, after 10 it used to be uninhabited zone.Business men murdered here kidnapped there, was the most common news.During this period. My sarpanch was a Yadav, my mukhiya was a Yadav, my MLA was a Yadav, my MP was a Yadav, Jila Prisad was a Yadav…BDO was a Yadav, SP…DM….CM was a Yadav therefor I used to keep very good relationship with Yadavs. It helped me many a times in trouble.Lalu open endorsement of ultra leftists aka “Maoist” created Ranvir Sena vs MCC/People’s war, blood bath from both side.Jehanabad jail break, and the naked dance of maoists all over my belt.You want to check your own copy of metric, intermediate or even graduation, well that was an easy deal in Bihar, provided you have the money and the source.Board exams? well question papers were leaked and you were late, sorry.BTW graduation in Bihar used to complete in 5–6 years.List is endless, but you must have got the vibe by now, overall those 15 years pushed Bihar some 40 years back in development, created caste based hatred and brought misery to the business class that they all left the state barring few like me.P.S - This is not an attempt to malign people of a specific caste, I am not politically correct here.

To start this out here is some background. I have an older brother who is seven years older, and a little brother who is eighteen years younger. None of us have the same fathers, and in fact my little brother is adopted so he has a different bio-mom, too.My older brother has struggled with addiction since his early teens. I always grew up in that shade. About four or five years ago now things went bad for him fast, and after being in and out of jail my older brother was facing serious time- a potential lifetime in jail. He got lucky, the judge looked at my brother and decided he needed to be in rehab instead of jail. Maybe it was six years ago? Anyways my brother is sent north to Akeela house in Anchorage for detoxing and through them he was released out on probation. In Akeela he met his future wife. Within a year, or two, they’re expecting and weeks before my nephew is born they’re married.I can not remember a time where my things were safe; where valuables could just be left out in the open. Maybe it was my older brother, maybe it was his ‘friends’; but priceless things were stolen from me. Any jewelry of value my family would get me, hand held electronics, and whatever money I saved would be taken if I didn’t keep them well hidden, or better always on me. I’m very inured to being robbed, I find having expensive items to being anxiety inducing if I focus on it too much, and I value objects that are near worthless.That’s not the worst. Two years ago there were many things that culminated in my mom, younger brother, and I moving to Anchorage. Without jobs we moved into a rented house with my brother and his wife. It was nice, and it would have stayed nice; but my brother’s wife got them back into drugs. Hard drugs this time. She’s smart too, so it wasn’t immediately obvious; but things started to not add up. They no longer had jobs; but they were always shopping- for food, for junk- and they always had their share of rent. Then I noticed things on my bank account, charges I didn’t make, and eventually it got so bad I could barely get by between paychecks.Of course I’m working with my bank to figure this out and it results in my closing one account to open another. Wipe the slate clean. The teller helping me asks me about my credit cards, if I was going to get those changed over just in case. Well yeah, I expect them to change over the credit card I have open with them.Yes, she agrees, but what about your other credit cards?My heart drops, what other credit cards?I get the information on those cards from her- businesses I’ve never been to, a bank I don’t go to, and the one I forgot I have. I’m horrified, my stomach knots thinking about this a couple years later, and I deeply regret my actions after I leave the bank.I go to call my mom; but she doesn’t answer. I’m upset, and I don’t handle such strong emotions well, never have. So I call my sister-in-law. She answers, listens to me, calms me down, convinces me to go to a bookstore where she’ll pick me up, and call those companies in the morning. Here’s the kicker, the red flag I ignored, I let her convince me I couldn’t call them at 3 pm AST.I know something like that would be bullshit, that companies don’t stop working after noon for highly questionable reasons; but I put my trust in her. More I didn’t want to make those phone calls right then anyway, and wouldn’t you know that piece of paper with all the pertinent details goes missing from my backpack? The backpack I don’t go anywhere without and is full to the brim with junk?Yup. And the strange thing is when I get to the bank again another teller tells me they don’t give out that kind of information but gives me a bunch of numbers to call, and I half heartedly call later; but I never follow through.I went through months of having a compromised bank account I dare not use, I had $300 stolen out of my wallet (and they tried to blame my little brother), I struggled with buying anything, I waited outside after 9pm for a ride from them for thirty minutes. I was ashamed to be unable to buy Christmas presents, I was ashamed to be unable to buy myself a winter coat, I was ashamed that I struggled to buy cigarettes.I was so relieved when a police officer pulled me aside AT WORK to question if I knew anything about what he was investigating. He showed me a picture of my drivers license I thought I lost months previously, photo copied at a bank. I confirmed it was mine, but that I’d never been there. He showed me a copy of the woman who had used my drivers license at the bank.Her black hair was pulled up underneath a dark beanie to seem like a bob cut, she had on black rimmed glasses like mine, and she wore all black.Just months previously when I first moved to Anchorage she had blonde hair, doesn’t need corrective lenses at all, and she always wore colors. I’m the goth, I have very dark brown hair because of my native ancestry and have needed glasses since I was seven.My sister-in-law had stolen my identity. Two years later and I’m STILL struggling with identity theft; but there’s no real help. There’s no guidance on what you do. I’m utterly lost trying to explain to a bank that the account opened in my NAME, with my cell phone number, and with my SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER was not done by me. If I don’t this negative $700 account will screw up my credit score. which might already be screwed, I don’t know.I need to copy what I have about the fraud investigation and send it to the bank to prove it had happened at all. To get them to believe that I’m still a victim of fraud. I don’t think this is right, but I don’t know if I need an attorney, to call the police, or what. It’s honestly too confrontational for me.Yeah, someone I’ve trusted has stolen from me, and has stolen me.