It is May in Bangalore. They say it used to be pleasant in May. I am not they and I dont find it pleasant. Anyway I have this friend of mine who got into some college and wanted to leave bangalore. Good for him.( that's the best I can wish him, I am still stuck here !) Trust me on this one.When people say they are happy for you or something,They are lying. The best they can come up with is they dont feel bad you are achieving something which they can't(this also is a remote possibility).So this friend of mine is leaving bangalore and has this bike which I thought I can use for a year or so before passing it on to someone until it completely dies.
So we think what all is needed. I need to pay him (a minor detail which somehow he didnt forget though) . Then out of nowhere he mentioned that if I get killed while driving his bike he might get into trouble. I mean he would be sad for me and all but getting in trouble with police!!!! Its actually
worse than dying . So if I die I would be saving my ass. So the fact of the matter is that I should die peacefully and he should'nt be bothered and therefore I should get the bike in my name.
Well I said "I dont have much work at office( it actually means I have no work because when people have some work they behave as if they have been working like a donkey and the entire company is resting on their shoulders) I can spare a couple of hours to go to the RTO and get the legalities performed."
So my friend and I went on a pilgrimage to the RTO Bangalore (East) with all the hope in the world.
Our faces were glowing with anticipation bettered only by a virgin married to a hot chic on his first night.So we took this arduous journey to reach the office which was'nt really arduous and we reached quite happily. We went to the "May I help you" and got the three easy steps to get vehicle transferrd.
1.Fill the form
2.Wait in the queue
3.Get the vehicle transferred
This isn't so bad! If only I knew!!!!
We reached the counter after filling in all our details on all the forms around 1.10 pm well within the range of time. The cash counter where we had to pay the nominal fee of 35 rupees was to be open till 2.30 and other counters well beyong that. We had a decent queue in front of us but noway it could have lasted till 2.30. As soon as the queue moved (every 10 mins or so) I could feel the fresh air of victory blowing through my hair when just before my turn the person just got up and went. (I got a little tensed but my friend reassured me saying must be a pee break )
We waited for 20 odd minutes wen we were told it was lunch time and we were supposed to come back at 2.30 (the time rings a bell rite!)
But Saar the counter closes at 2.30 .
Saar. No no,come at 2.30
Will you work beyond 2.30
Come at 2.30 and ask.
Now thats a little weird I think.Come back at 2.30 and ask.
But as they say "majboori ka naam mahatma gandhi"we waited.
At 2.30 he came back and due to some providence divine he actually gave me the receipt for 35 rupees. I felt better than that virgin(Dont ask me how do i know that). Now one hurdle over I had to goto the bigger one. As they say last dragon to kill before you get the princess.
I had to get these documents verified and they better be in perfect order. This fellow looked like a sweet one and said nothing.just sweetly put a red mark under the vehicle number on my form.
An innoscent mark so you may think. What it actually means is that this form dosent have any "weight" on it and and it should be "appropriately" dealt with. My form was "appropriately dealt with" aka it was "rejected".Now here I must mention Bhaskar a very jovial and cute fellow who earlier out of sheer philanthropy had offered to help us.We being rich( all IT junta is presumed to be rich.How is beyond me) will obviously reciprocate for this magnanimous gesture.
Now he finally comes to us and asks for the last time ,"what is the problem saar?"
It seems we dont have sufficient proof for permanent residence(logical since we are not permanent residents).
"No problem saar",he said "aapke dene se nahi lete mere dene se lete hain"
"aap aisa kya khaas doge boss" I asked?
At this point my friend knuckled me really hard (remember he gets in trouble if i die)
and I rested in peace for the remainder of the conversation.
We got our papers some two days later and I can safely die in peace now.
Did i mention I was generous with nearly 1000 rs towards bhaskar.
Ahh another triviality anyway.
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