I happen to visit VFS office in pune to submit my friend's visa application. My second attempt, 'coz yesterday US was celeberating Martin Luther King birthday. A big queue on the ground floor & even bigger at the entry door. Everyone well dressed and behaving their best. Guys coming out of mercedes & standing in line, sharing the wrath of sun with a smile. So many dreams awaiting their turns in a queue which even got stretched to block the parking lot. Never saw a guard being treated like an angel before. Overall it was quite amusing to see the socialism guarding the doorway of capitalism.
Everything else on my part went fine, except that my bike was picked up by cops for parking at a wrong spot. I ended up paying 150 Rs fine which was okay considering my mistake, but when I asked for the receipt they came with the finest of excuse that i'll have to wait till the guy with the receipt book come back from his round. Like yet another sincere but indifferent citizen and justifying it with my inability to spare time for the seemingly endless wait, I silently handed over the money and walked out with my bike. Am I feeling bad about it....I dunno.
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It was nice and poetic too. I think you have potential write good fictions.
Since fiction contains more facts than truth.
-pk
//Overall it was quite amusing to see the socialism guarding the doorway of capitalism
how true!!!! :-|
Thx PK. Wish you good luck with your future endeavors.
Khushi, I had similar kinda rather much insightful experience with mumbai counsulate when I went there to get my visa stamping. I wish I could have captured that too in a post.
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