India

Next week, I have to be in India. So what I did this week was to make my way over to the Indian High Commission to apply for a Visa. Now, they had this one obnoxious, overweight guy manning the counter with an Indian Bandit like moustache (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/2219574.stm).. and he was one total bastard. He kept yelling
- "stand in line"
- "if you don't give me proper documents, i won't give you your visa"
- "hey, where's your number"
And he doesn't explain his actions or what he wants you to do. He shouted at this one China person for his receipt. Such a rude bastard. But we had no choice but to take his abuse. Worse... had to pay him to get abused some more.. nahia...

Then when collecting the visa, it was a different issue altogether. I went over to the High Commission a good hour before collection time. About 40 fellas were all congregating around the hall.. all dono what to do. Then struts in this Chinese woman, and she parks herself right in front of one of the counters! Immediately, a line suddenly formed behind this woman. I was lucky, I was No. 3...

Now then, in comes this one overweight Indian fella with a sling bag. When he walks in, the line was already about 50 fellas long. So this dude struts right up to the counter next to ours (there were 5 other counters) and he parks his fat arse right next to us! Immediately, a 2nd line formed! And then this Indian joker takes about 29 receipts (I know because he boasted out loud..)... and straight away I knew this fella was an office boy on a passport run. Niama.. his "pirate line" was full of other office boys. Mostly Indians, they then started chatting to the young Indian girls in charge of passing back the passports. Worst still, this tactic worked! There I was, in the original line, and this office boy gets served first! Niama! What total chaos at this place!