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Monday Madness

Went to Jadavpur Police Station to enquire about the status of my passport. The bugger extracted a register and scrolled through the names. My name was missing and the fellow concerned said that my passport form hadn't even reached the station! I protested and said that someone from the station had phoned at my place over a month ago for address verification, though he never showed up in person. Why didn't you come immediately to enquire then, he asked! I realised my folly.
If you think that was the end of my miseries for the day, you are mistaken. I took an auto to Gariahat to deposit a cheque into my account. I didn't know it was the weekly off-day for the bank!
At least Sify was open to let me blog my pitiable tale!


nin said…
Hi Dipanjan.....
Give them some bucks .....your passport will be ready....
take good care of yourself...
see you..
nin said…
Another you know anything about kolkata bloggers ???
Deepanjan said…
Avik, Kolkata people are heavily skewed towards the twisted manifestations of life (communism, strikes, processions, et al). Sticking to queer old conventions is their forte. Such people can seldom be expected to be tech savvy, let alone blog.

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