picture this if you can... this is much well depicted by office office (the tv series), only when it does happen you hardly feel like laughing... but do remember one thing while you go over this long post, there is no sarcasm or exaggeration, its true facts and the rest depends on how well fit you are to live in virtual reality (basically your imagination, sorry if it was a real bad one...)
visa date... 1 jul... with a lot of contacts pulling strings here n there, only to speed up the process mind you, finally the property is transferred to our family, which would serve as collateral for my education loan. working days left for visa interview: 6. PNB, "the name you can bank upon"(thats their tag line), assures me the loan on time...
working day one:
Mr somebody: beta go to that person over ther.
Mr somebody 2: hanji...
"sir education loan, Mr Sindhwani must've talked to you about it".
"Oh, You are sindhwaniji's son... sit sit... kya loge... tea?"... i think i remember the guy from one time when we wanted to get a home loan, he shooed me away like a dog, only then i hadnt mentioned that i was sindhwanijis son...
"no uncle, thanks... i really don drink much tea", of course i do... my blood has more caffeine than oxygen i think... but work is more imp here and any distractions are not welcome...
"sure, could you wait a moment, i have this report i've to finish, they're coming for inspection today u know", guess i should've had that tea, i didn mean to disrespect him...
"sure"... my first big mistake, for the next 2 hours i watched him struggle hopelessly trying to figure out how (and what) to print out. other people of the staff joined in with their so called expertise, n sure enough there was a bundle of 4 sheets at the end of it... well done... not to mention that these guys eat up paper faster than all the termites in the world put together. all for no reason... cant the bugger coming to check the report see it on a comp...? anyways...
"uh, uncle?"
"han.. ek min beta..." n he was back to educating himself with the core banking software...
finally he managed to get the thing signed from whoever was coming... who didn even bother to ask what the reports were... n commented, "ye to raddi he ji... kuchbhi nikaal dete...!!"... well... finally he suggested that i leave the documents with him, he took my phone no, in case there are any documents missing n he needs to contact me... i couldn help imagining where it was headed "as you say uncle..." understandably reluctantly...
working day 2:
"all done uncle?"
"han han... jus a min"
30 min later... "show me the documents once..."
he started calling for things... PAN card copy, this certi that certi, n relentlessly pulled out every peace of bundle me n my dad had prepared, all organised neatly, all my dads docs in one bundle, mine in one and my mums' in one... all to no avail...
an hour n thirty minutes later... "chai peeoge beta?", i was not gonna let him have it this time... call dad... never mind roaming...
me on phone now "ji... ek min... ", "uncle papa wants to talk to you"... hand over the phone, i guess he told him something senti as i heard the man opposite me saying "are sir... ghar ki baat he... koi aur joota ho to wo bhi mar do mere sar pe... jaisa aap kahein, waise hi kar denge, sanction letter to me abhi de deta hu"... me??... very hopeful at this stage... i even started to give room to people standing behind me, for all the draft queries (n there was a considerable lot), other loan wallas also, waiting patiently for the crowd to clear up... when it did, he started typing the letter, lets call it letter no. 1. another hour later, i had the letter, signed by the manager n all... when i came to know this was not the sanction letter, i had to take this to someplace called a HUB...
20 min of driving which narayan kartikeyan would've have been proud of (yukkie complement i know...), n i'm ther... only to know he cant do it today... lotta work u see... but sindhwaniji ki application he... "you come n collect the sanction letter tomm beta... i'll see to it its ready"...
"but uncle i was hoping i could get it today..."
"are... bahut kaam he beta... "
and it began all over again... digest this, i'll have more tomm...
My Contribution to Swachh Bharat (Clean India)
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I drive to work, roughly 18 kms from home. Last Wednesday I left office a
little early. Traffic on the road was moderate; still a couple of hours to
rush ...
9 years ago
1 comment:
if only it weren't for the typos...
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