Ordeal of a Kind

They say time waits for none. But there are few places where there is no sense of time. Well!! before you all start visualizing a heaven on earth where everything comes to a standstill...WAIT!!! Dont jump the gun. The place that I am about to mention is no where close.

Its nothing but our indispensable government offices - Regional Transport Office, Bank, Registrar office.......................

The time stands still or rather there is no concept of time at all except for of course tea, gossips, lunch, naps, tea, more gossips and home. Well, am I exaggerating? May be!!

But its no better. Go to any government office and you will see it for yourself. The staffs work at their own pace..........they can give tortoises a run for their money!!!

Only one finger pokes the keyboard; at its own speed...searching for alphabets as if they were precious diamonds rare to find............. a signature is made by a hand which is literally shivering, your documents are tagged as if it is going to take eons and eons.

Place where you can find antiques!! Probably these are the offices which use x86 processors and have floppy drives and FLOPPIES!!! I saw floppies after a very long time in a bank. An old man; probably senior staff threw it in a thrash can without any worry. What if it had had confidential information; related to user accounts??

Run amok, get the seal from counter 7 on 2nd floor, be asked to buy postage stamps at the counter on ground floor..... come back to 6nd floor and get the approval from counter 3, go back to 2nd floor to get signature from the Superintendent only to see he has vanished from his place.  Ask for his whereabouts and you don't get any proper response, wait patiently and when he comes back, he treats you as a trash. Yearn for his attention and be very polite just to get his signature only to be dismissed that you have not filled the details properly.

Ask him for directions as to what you have missed, he throws his price and redirects to someone else. That someone else asks you to check with Inquiry and the Inquiry is closed!! Check around and ask for help, finally get the details filled and back to the Superintendent counter. Now what? He has gone for lunch.

Wait for his return, finally get his approval and by the time you have completed your task, your day is gone. You are just left with sweat and frustration.......

And SORE FEET as it were a pair of stilettos which adorned the feet which sprinted up and down :-(