I have spent over three months in Mumbai now and yet again I find myself yet again in another abode this time in the JWT Marriott. My friend Ashish had suggested it and I gave him the go-ahead. It has been raining the entire day but the service of the hotel is great and I am loving it. The last few days have gone by without me writing anything at all. The entire day went in a haze of thoughtlessness since morning we have been chasing the hotel booking guy a Gujrati Gentlemen by the name of Karan that I and Ashish meet during my stay at the OYO rooms. We paid him 3.5 lakh rupees to book two months at the marmot, where I reside currently. It was decided that he would help- we get a good rate of Rs 5300 per night and we feel for the bait as the normal rate at the Marriott is Rs 10,000. We feel for the trap and locked in all the money to him in one shot, in return we got receipts of booking made through booking.com website. We got two slips from the 10th of June to 10th off July and the next was 10th of July to 9th August this was booking through the marmot website. Before we landed at the hotel we checked from the hotel and they said everything was confirmed and the room was ready to go. Now when we arrived we were told that the money had not reached the hotel or through the bookings.com mechanism. We got after Karan and he said that he had forwarded the money to his agents who were doing the transfer but because they were using an app called Razor Play App to make the payments, somehow the payments were not going through.
I was lived “’ This chute Gujrati is at it again we are stranded on the reception with a bogus confirmation slip, which count’s for fuck since the money has not come to the hotel as yet .” When asked further we were told that the bookings were not done fully as only the card number was noted down while booking but the pin was not entered thus the transaction did not materialize. Now I had locked my money and was stranded. So I checked in with the original room rate of Rs 10,000. Having done that we persuade the Gujrati Bhai Karan to send the money, and the son of a gun kept delaying for 4 days. With my money locked with this chute from Gujju Land, I had no liquidity and thus had to call my grannies servant boy Bhattu to give me the funds. In the first three days, I managed to get around Rs 40,000 from him by PayTm transaction. Now, every-time I moved money from my PayTm wallet to my current account I was charged a transaction fee of 5% on the amount transacted. I would then pay the hotel for my food through an NEFT transaction from my Bank account directly and settled my bills at the end of the day.
I got help from my blog team next, my blog manager Santosh loaned me Rs 10,000 today and then Ashish chipped in with another Rs 20,000 in pure cash. Five days at the hotel I managed somehow, today I blasted the Gujrati again and got on his case, we even threatened to drive to the police station and do a live blog with the officer with a video link, as that was the only option we had left, but restrained ourselves as the Gujrati in return threatened that he would snitch to the cops that I have been smoking pot at all the rooms I have stayed and he has voice recordings of the same. Now, this was getting to be a stalemate of sorts, when would we push the button, as we have more or less lost all our options.
We have thus decided to collect all the evidence in their digital format in case we have to go to the police to recover our money which has still not been transferred into the Marriott account. I hope that sense prevails in the Gujju Bhai and he keeps his part of the bargain. Otherwise, the blog will be my first action to pressure him, so that I can have a peaceful two months stay, without being bothered about payments to the hotel and chasing his butt every morning to evening .” His people are fucking him, they are not giving money to him and he, in turn, can’t transfer it to our hotel .’ Ashish and I deliberated in the car,” You see jo Hamara Chutiya Kaat raha hei, Uska Bhi Chutiya Koi Kat raha hei, hum sab ek doosre ka Chutiya kat rahein hein .” I gave my insight into the situation we were in .’ Come to think of it the cops will have to figure out Kaun Kiska kaat raha hei.”
“Bure Phase Bhaiya, Gujju ne Dandiya Khel diya. Upar se Corona ka sentimental story that my uncle has fallen sick. ”Ashish lamented as he shared his watts-app’ chat details with me in his car.’ I had to break my mutual funds and have called up the fund manager, but that transaction will also take two days, as the fund manager will break the fund at a certain price and the money will reflect in 48 hours .” I reflected at a day gone by chasing Karan, one was a great warrior in the Mahabharata and the other is this chute from Dandiya Land. One way or the other we are all fucked by this Bastard Child of Kunti.