I Crashed... Sort of

I guess, I have been in a rickshaw accident. It was all very surreal. One moment, I was talking to the ACM student in the rickshaw with me, ignoring the typical afternoon press of traffic; the next, there was a jerk as the rickshaw tried to stop, the screeching of tires, and another jerk as our rickshaw slammed into the left taillight of a big gold van. Rickshaws, as essentially a motorbike fused to a frame with a bench behind, cannot back up. So as our rickshaw driver tried to use his feet, Fred Flintstone style, to push his vehicle free; a frightening large police man appeared out of seemingly nowhere equipped with night stick and massive gun to yell at our driver. To my dismay, our driver yelled back, which I thought was going to get us all thrown in jail or worse. Until, the police man turned and started yelling at the driver of the van. the driver of the van then yelled back; the police man yelled at him more and gripped his night stick menacingly. Then the driver of the van just drove away. Soon after, our driver started up our rickshaw; and we drove away like nothing had happened. The whole process took maybe fifteen minutes and had almost no consequences. Only in India.