I am in the most heightened state of annoyance.
I just went into apply for my Indian Visa, I was diligent, I had all the forms filled out, I had photographs, I had a ridiculous expensive fedex envelope attached for return.
I get to the embassy and join the initial line. Little random Indian dude, who looked very much like he would be a tea boy in India, wearing the checkered yellow flannel shirt is handing out instructions and checking forms. After a patient fifteen minute wait, I get to 'should-ave-been' tea boy, who says, "Visa acceptance other window (in a very mullu accent.)" So I walk over to the other window. And I wait, and wait and fifteen minutes later, I get fed up and go back to 'should-ave-been a tea boy' and I say "I was waiting there and no one's there. " And random Indian Woman interrupts with her own question, so I had to tell her to back off. 'Should-ave-been a tea boy' is very confused now, and says go to Room #2. And I stare it him incredulously and I say, "What do I need to go to Room #2 for?"
Clearly 'Should-ave-been a tea boy' is useless.
So I go back to the other side, and I find an Indian Aunty who despite coming in and out of doors marked 'restricted entry' refuses to admit she works there. Finally she tells me that under NO circumstances do they accept drop off visas, that I HAVE TO mail the visa.
Blood Pressure boiling, I end up going down to Canada Post, fork out ANOTHER $10 to some chinese woman to express post and envelope to the Same building. When I ask the woman when it will reach, she looks at me sympathetically and says maybe tomorrow. MAYBE? For $10 (Regular 70 cents) I should get some assurances????
So now my fate lies in the hands of the most inept consulate of the WORLD, and the post office.
FU&%%ING Indian Counsulate.
I just went into apply for my Indian Visa, I was diligent, I had all the forms filled out, I had photographs, I had a ridiculous expensive fedex envelope attached for return.
I get to the embassy and join the initial line. Little random Indian dude, who looked very much like he would be a tea boy in India, wearing the checkered yellow flannel shirt is handing out instructions and checking forms. After a patient fifteen minute wait, I get to 'should-ave-been' tea boy, who says, "Visa acceptance other window (in a very mullu accent.)" So I walk over to the other window. And I wait, and wait and fifteen minutes later, I get fed up and go back to 'should-ave-been a tea boy' and I say "I was waiting there and no one's there. " And random Indian Woman interrupts with her own question, so I had to tell her to back off. 'Should-ave-been a tea boy' is very confused now, and says go to Room #2. And I stare it him incredulously and I say, "What do I need to go to Room #2 for?"
Clearly 'Should-ave-been a tea boy' is useless.
So I go back to the other side, and I find an Indian Aunty who despite coming in and out of doors marked 'restricted entry' refuses to admit she works there. Finally she tells me that under NO circumstances do they accept drop off visas, that I HAVE TO mail the visa.
Blood Pressure boiling, I end up going down to Canada Post, fork out ANOTHER $10 to some chinese woman to express post and envelope to the Same building. When I ask the woman when it will reach, she looks at me sympathetically and says maybe tomorrow. MAYBE? For $10 (Regular 70 cents) I should get some assurances????
So now my fate lies in the hands of the most inept consulate of the WORLD, and the post office.
FU&%%ING Indian Counsulate.
10 comments:
At least you now have a reason to go there, or to call & bother them -- not 'drop off' but check status. (Informative, CP, didn't know Bombay had those visa requirements.)
India is petty, (with cause) thus they slap on visa restrictions that require any country that has visa requirments for Indian citzens (which is every country in the WORLD.) Since I am now a glorious Canadian, I have to apply for a Visa, and each and every time it is THE most frustrating process. Interestingly if you are of Pakistani or Bangladeshi origion, you may Never get a visa to India....
Always something with those government types! Hurry up and wait is there moto. :)
Nice post. Happy New Year to you Ms. Cranky. *wink*
Hahahah the delicious irony of someone of that heritage having to worry about getting to their homeland. I hate going through red tape it is the worst thing on earth and nothing is as restrictive as immigration services
Stevie: Thanks for the wishes! I look forward to that poem in the New Year (No pressure ofcourse ;)
A: That is the most irritating part....it's like they are making it harder for me to go over there and spend my Canadian Dollars....?
that sucks big time. hope you get that sorted out toute de suite!
It's an embassy. Incompetence is ever present.
So are you Indian as from India..kinda dummy question:)
Abeni,
I was born and raised in Dubai, my parents are Indian from India, (we still have an apartment there.) But I've never lived there longer than two weeks. Check out this post: Aptly entitled Who am i? http://crankyputz.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-am-i.html
CP
Ok, another dumb question, if your parents are from India, shouldn't you (couldn't you) instead apply for indian citizenship? doesn't it work that way?
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