just another day... the sequel...!!!

day three:
Mr "I dont care who" body: "hanji hanji, are beta, when do you need the sanction letter?"
Me: "uncle... as soon as possible, i have a visa intervw on 1 jul, coming tuesday"
"are to take it tomorrow, abhi to u have time"
why the hell did i want to be honest, i have no idea... but hell... think of somethin, make him work... n then...
"uncle... u atleast please check if the documents are in order"
"ok ok"
yeah... i won this round... i was not gonna take a no for an answer...
"beta chai peeoge?"
do hell with your chai "ummm... ok...", i figured till the time i'm stuck with him with my chai, he'll be working on my case...
"ye lo, keep checking the documents that are ther on this list..."
another hour passed as he tried to teach me the significance of the documents that were not there, however "aap sindhwaniji ke bete ho to i'll still pass it, but"...
what the hell now...
"you took an education loan for your B.tech right?"
"yes uncle, from prashant vihar branch"...
"ok, i think there can be some complication"
oh my god... "what uncle"...
"nai beta we are not authorised to sanction a second time education loan, it has to be done by circle office"...
oh you wanna play tough huh..."here uncle, papa se baat kar lo..."
"hanjiiii... hanji hanji... haaaanji... haaanjiii... nai but we have to take permission from circle office... ok ji... lo beta"
over phone "hanji papa..."
"yar inse kuch nai hone wala... u do one thing, take a letter from them and go to the circle office... or better still fax it to them, i'll find out somebody ther to take care of it"
"hmmm... ok..."
"uncle aap letter bana do... we'll fax it to them"
"ok"... n then began letter no2... first half hour he was trying to figure out what to write... i guess this was the first time he had this kind of a problem... but he sure looked old enough to know his stuff... anyways... i bear again...

another hour and 80 words later he wanted to know who should put the signature on it... "guptaji... will u please sign it?,"
"hmmm... are get it done from saab inside na... i dont know if i'm supposed to sign it... "
naya panga,i bet u can smell rotten fish here too...
20 min later...
"here... u got the fax no..."
"ya... here... ########"
"are ye to send hi nai ho raha..."
wow... ab fax bhi... plz work plz work...
"han... sent..."
uuuhhh... nice... i should be smart here and let my dads contact in circle office know abt this...
"hello... uncle me nikhil speaking this side... sindhwaniji's son... did he talk to you...?"
"han beta... bolo..."
"Uncle, i've faxed that letter dad told u about..."
"fax...??? beta you have to bring the whole file here... then we'll take care from here itself... we'll need to see all the documents you see, cant really do it on the basis of a letter"
"uh... but u only have to give permission to these people here in the hub to grant me second time education loan"
"han han, u come here i'll take care... if you rush now, u can make it before lunch starts here"... beep... right!!!
"uncle..? hes saying i'll have to take the file there itself..."
"hmmm... what is he gonna do with it i wonder... ask your dad"
are yar... kabhi to stand up and take a decision on your own "papa...? hanji... he says i'll have to take the file there"
"what are these guys doin i dont understand, ok you take it there... drive carefully"
"ya ya"
right...

after convincing the guy in the HUB that i'll bring the file back and that he doesnt need to keep a photocopy of all the documents here, i move on...
i got 30 min to reach there before lunch... 25 min later m there...
"Mr somebody no. n-1, I just talked to you, m nikhil sindhwani (rings a bell, telephone bell perhaps ??!!!) "
"han han... bolo..."
"aapne file magwaee thi, here it is"
"ok ok, come with me"
N then he takes me out of his air conditioned cabin, shattering all my hopes of watching him work here while i try to recover from the shock this heat is giving me... only this time... i swear... never again...
he to Mr somebody no. n
"ye dekh lo zara inka...", to me "he'll take care"
after scrutinizing the documents, "hmmm, but isme to no proof is there, no loan account statement, no property papers, how can i give permission on this basis, and the letter the HUB people have written also has no details, chalo i'll still take care, u come after lunch, did u have lunch..???", ohhh... how polite of him... ass****...
"no uncle, i'll find something downstairs..."
after a twister and a fruit salad, not to mention after a long search for a decent food joint and finally taking it as a certainty that creator of my luck has decided to play with me again, espcially after a 15 min wait for my fruit salad or fruit chat should i say, at the local rediwala, i start back, all determined to get this thing done asap n get the hell outta here, then i saw nirulas, and the "it sucks" feeling peaked... ok... control now... dont blast just yet...

and then came the biggest blow... I knew i was missing something... My maroon nike arsenal cap... its not there... no prob... if this jerk finishes up the work soon, i can go back n check for my cap at the HUB office, please god, not my cap (ask my fans how possessive i am about the cap, i could kill anyone for it, exception... myself...)

"Uh... uncle..."
"han... sit please... i'm gonna have to write a letter for the senior officers here, they only will sign and approve"
and here i thought this was it, the last hurdle, how naiive...
"ji... ok... u gotta do what you gotta do..."
"hmmm... i can do this by myself but since some vital details are not there, i'd like you to stay and tell me about the missing pieces"
"ok..." atleast i didn have to convince him for staying here n see to it that he does his job properly...
a half an hour passed, time check, 3:15, we got enough time to take this letter n get it signed from whoever is supposed to sign it... n then take it back to the hub n get the sanction letter... this is where i introduce you to the guy who invented Murphy's law, the devil... i bet i saw him smile in the 5 sec nap i unconsciously took while the guy beside me was learning his lessons on how to write sentences and use MS office to cut and paste from an already saved format to be followed by editing, hopefully in the near future. I do remember that he knew the significance of saving the document cuz he was careful to do it after every letter he'd find out on the keyboard and after hitting it.
i'll spare you the details (what...!!!, i'm not that mean), of what followed in the next few hours... he finally completed the 140 word letter at 5:45 pm... sure enough it was because of my contribution to his knowledge of MS office that WE completed it...

i'll just describe the conditions at his office and that of my mind, hot, humid, no windows, i'm thirsty n he's not asking if i want tea or anything else, n my beloved cap might be lost forever because of this man... I think i did find out that i can be patient and what is called a cool customer, at least on the outside, actually, ONLY on the outside...

anyways... i leave with the assurity that he'll push the letter to the desired channels and promptly call me the next morning once it is done so that i can deliver the file to the HUB. I believe him n leave... i had to find out of my cap is still there...

Its not there... Breakpoint...