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The wonder of India Post

How is it possible that a carton could carry my laptop all the way from Malaysia to India, but India Post refuses to parcel it from Bangalore to Kolkata?

I’ve some clothes that need to be shipped to Kolkata. My laptop carton was the ideal container and I managed to stuff it with 14.85 kg of clothes, most of which recently enjoyed being tossed and tumbled in Sam’s washing machine. I pasted the address sheets, sealed the container and took an auto to the local post office.

To my surprise, I was asked to cover the entire carton with a piece of cloth! Now where the hell could I get a piece of cloth big enough to cover the carton? The smiling lady suggested a nearby store. Mantu went in pursuit but returned with only a large envelop. The idea was to get some more and cover the carton on all sides! How on earth does that serve our purpose? When we approached the lady, she said the idea would suffice. Cool! India Post needs some psychiatric therapy.

It was close to 2:30 pm, the blessed moment our post office shuts down to the public. We returned home with a few more envelops. I’ve got to get down to the silly business of ‘enveloping’ the carton with the ripped open envelops in the evening.

I’ll take another trip to the post office tomorrow.

Comments

didi said…
I was sure the P.O would do something silly as soon as they saw your parcel.You could have taken brown paper sheets (one used to cover books)and pasted it on all sides.
Deepanjan said…
Oh, it never struck me! I'm definitely becoming retarded.

On the other hand, brown paper would probably be too fragile for the rough handling meted out to parcels. The envelopes we used were reinforced with bandage fabric on the inside.

Today's trip to the PO wasn't a futile one! Expect the delivery in a week's time.
yoli said…
nice post absoltly the bast

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