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My first credit card has arrived. It's a Mastercard from Standard Chartered Bank. I had insisted on getting a Visa card and they had promised to comply, but...

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Anonymous said…
As far as I know...compliance in Indian banks is unheard of! Unless, you're affiliated with the CIDs or PMs.
Deepanjan said…
Very true!
Actually, compliance to anything is an alien concept here. We'll never ape the west in this respect. After all, we're proud Indians!
saurabh said…
So, what r u gonna buy wid ur CCard? Nokia Keyboard???
Deepanjan said…
Nothing for now.
Will just preserve it.
andrew said…
well. it's a credit card at very least. MC or Visa - is there a big difference in India as far as widespread acceptance?
Deepanjan said…
Not much of a difference as far as acceptance is concerned. However, Visa is more versatile than MC over the Net.

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