The most dreading moment in an Aam aadmi’s life would probably be when he has some work to be done through a government office. The work would actually be very insignificant but the apprehensions of going through the grueling procedures in a government office would leave the person perplexed. Something similar happened in my not so much an adventurous life. I had recently had some problems with my ATM card and had to get it blocked. Things went fine till then, but today I had to go to the bank to get another card. I had to bunk from my work for sometime to make it to the bank. Luckily the work load was less and I got permission quite easily. Then when I reach the bank, I start facing all the ‘Aam aadmi’ woes.
I first reached the counter that was directly opposite to the main entrance, feigned a bright smile to the lady at the counter and gave her the details of why I was there. She, with an assumed attitude and with a very proud look (without raising her head or looking at me) said to go to the next counter. Keeping my just smile on I went to this counter where a very fat guy with a big tummy was sitting dragging with some work. He gave me a look as if coming to his counter was my biggest fault. Anyways I narrated my story to him and he immediately gave me some form to be filled. I was quite quick in filling it and returning to him. He took the form and kept it on his table to start with some other work. He and the peon started taking and arranging some old tattered files in the cabinet, and I kept waiting (still a faint smile on my face). Another guy came in to talk to this fat guy and he felt some pity on me and asked me to get a seat. In the meantime the fat guy goes to sip a tea, does some other paper work, talks to the other guys in the bank (and I still restraintJ). Finally after a long wait (which seemed like ages to me), he finally took mercy on me and was kind enough to give me my card.
I with all my elation for receiving the card reached home and put all these stuffs there to start back for my office. Then as soon as I rush reached my workplace, I received a call from some unknown number. The guy on the other end asked if it was me and told his name. I was lost for some seconds till he told me that he was the fat guy from the bank and that I was required to get back to the bank as some formality was not done. In a very low voice I told him that I had already reached my workplace and it would be tough for me to come back. At this point he very unapologetically told me that its on me cause till this formality was done I could not use my card.
Hearing this I rushed back to the bank (though now the expression on my face had completely changed to straight poker face). I went straight to his counter, with all the documents I had received, thinking that some very important formality was to be fulfilled. The fat guy passed on a register to me saying that he forgot to get my signature that ensures that I had received the card (so all this was for my sign, which could have waited and which obviously was missed cause of his forgetfulness GRRRRRR). And in the end the fat guy apologized with a sorry for making me come back from my work. I sometimes really hate this word sorry; it reminds me of a cousin who used to say “A sorry can’t make a dead man alive”. Finally I thought of checking if the card was working just to know that the card cannot be used till 48 hours. So all this rush to know that the card stands invalid for another 2 days. ARGGGGHHHH
If one really wants to know the extent of endurance, tolerance and patience he is blessed with he must for once go to some government office for some official work. I realized I am blessed with a lot of patience (when it comes to get my work done). What a day!!!!!
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