Let's Listen the true
story from the victim.
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。。。。。。。。。。。。 On Sunday morning
31st March 2013 at
1am, I pick up a street fare at North Bridge Road at the Coleman
Street Junction. He ask me to send him to Chwee Chian View. As I am
not familiar with that road, I ask him to give me his postal code
so that I can use my GPS to take me there.
He remarked that he is no 15yo boy
and that he is not drunk so he can direct me there. So I ask him
which road he likes to take now and he ask me to go 2 traffic
lights and then turn left, when would be Merchant Road, so I take
it that he wanted to go by CTE-AYE.
Then I ask from AYE which exit he
wanted to get out to and he answered that I already said go by AYE
then you should know the way. I told him that I still don’t know
the way and since he doesn’t want to give me his postal code, I
would still be expecting him to give me instruction on where is
Chwee Chian View.
As he sounds abit irritated now, So I
made the following off the cuff statement:
“Actually sir, all I need is your
postal code and it can guide me to your place and you can sit back
and relax but if you choose to guide me personally, I got no
problem but just feel sorry to trouble you only. Whichever you
choose, I respect your decision. Aferall, my main objective is to
make sure I send you home safely.
Then I realized that he took it
negatively and started to grumble.
Then he start to repeat that he is no
15yo boy and gave the following comments:
Are you worried I get drunk and vomit
in your car? You only a fucking taxi driver. I pay you the money
ok, u must listen to me.
As a SOKA Buddhist, I realized that
he is in what we Buddhist term as “in the world of ANGER” so I
figure that it’s no point talking to him so I just keen quiet.
Afterall I always believed that it’s our karmic relationship with
each other for me to pick him up and him to take my cab, even
though that relationship only last a few more minutes so I just
bear with it.
Instead of cooling down, thinking
that I am so gullible, he stepped up his tempo. What started as a
grumble suddenly become abusive scolding:
You fucking Chi Na, u want to fuck
around with me is i? If you think u are real smart, go and be PM
la, knnbccb. You are only a fucking taxi driver. I own the place I
staying u know, not like u useless fucker, living in HDB flat.
Bloody Chi Na, really useless! u heard me or not? Fuck your mother
chee bye. Hey u heard that? I am fucking your mother, u fucking
bastard.
Again I kept my cool, all the while
chanting in my heart. I was thinking that he will stop if I dun him
up or stroke his fire but I was dam wrong. Instead, he increased
not only his tempo, but also his volume, he is practically shouting
on top or his voice, even screaming, all those things about my
mother till his throat really sore. Then he mention something
:
If you got guts, later at my place u
come out to meet me la.
That really makes me worry but I
still maintain my cool. But he still carry on with his “fucking”
and suddenly he is now using his right hand to punch my left
shoulder, not once but a few times which is the last
straw.
The next exit is South Bouna Vista
down to Pasir Panjang, a road famous for being long and unwinding
and accident prone. With his consistently getting physical and from
earlier experience should gain tempo and once in the narrow
dangerous road, I figured that even if his being physical doesn’t
escalate, my mental fear might affect my driving and endanger both
our life. Plus I dunno what's going to happen when I reach his
place so I stopped the car at the side of the AYE just after
Normanton exit.
I told him that I cannot carry on
driving as he is now resorting to physical. He insisted that I send
him back which I refused. I am already outside the cab with the
door open and he ran over my side saying that he is going to whack
me and before I can do anything, grab my hair(head) and slam it at
the cab causing the glasses to drop. Then I felt blows after blows
ramming at me and I am a 56yo small size uncle who is definitely no
match for this 190cm, 100kg plus Indian guy in his 40s.
I tried avoiding his blows and ran to
the back of the taxi and he just follow suit and pinned my down the
road and continue blashing me.
I tried blocking off his blows till I
got really tired and cannot even breath and virtually give up. This
lasted for a good one minute or more and as there was very few cars
passing by and even those who did dun bother to stop, he just had
his way till suddenly, I saw three cars stop by and a few horns,
then he stop and walk off toward the Bouna Vista exit.
After he walk off, those who stopped
by drove off too and suddenly I realized that my glasses is gone
and was looking very hard for it in the dark and without glasses. I
wanted to drive to follow him but I realized that my key is not
around anymore. I spend a good 15 mins or so looking for both
my glasses and my key in a semi blurred condition until a black car
pulled over and a gentleman in his 30s asked if I am ok.
This guy said he saw the whole
incident and had followed him when he walk off towards South Bouna
Vista exit and had already reported to police who should be on the
way soon. He is so nice to make a big detour back to see if I am
ok. He even help me to find my glasses.
He left once he knows that I am in
the good hands of the police.
Later after I reached home, I found
out that Chwee Chian View is only a small road off Chwee Chian Rd
which should only have a few landed house, so tracking a 190cm
Indian man who stay there should not be a big issue but I wonder
why the police dun act on the info immediately.
My glasses was chipped on one lens
and the whole shirt was soiled and bloody. Bruises was found all
over my body especially my face and my legs which could be worst
off if not for the jeans and one of my lower front teeth was
loose.
When washing my hair, I realized that
there is a lot of “baluku” all over my head and this morning, the
doctor found some area badly bruises too.
This morning, both sides of the
shoulders are aching real bad. I then recalled that he uses his
full body weight of 100+kg to pin me down and the other hand to
bash me. My back was aching too and both my arms start
showing marking as I uses them to block my face。。。。。。。。
