Showing posts from July, 2012

The passports arrive

After all the hullabaloo of Passport Seva Portal and passport application experiences, I received an SMS on Fri, 6 July - exactly 6 working days from the date of application - intimating the despatch of the passport that I had applied for my son.   My wife got an identical SMS on the same day for hers as well.

She also got an SMS from the police station near our home, asking us to visit in person with some documents.   Hers was in the second mode of Police verification - verification required on a post-passport issuance basis.  This was surprising since our address had changed from the previous passport.  Perhaps it was because the previous passport was also issued from Bangalore office.  Or perhaps they felt we had been undergone our fair share of travails.

We were out of station.  The postman from India Post SpeedPost was kind enough to leave a note with his cell number.  He was kinder enough to re-deliver both the passports on Monday.  The same evening, we visited the Police Stat…

Another trip to Palani - money gets you closer to God

I had written about the last time we were in Palani.  We had to make another trip - this time for the ceremonial tonsure of my one year old.   It was a Saturday.  Unlike the last time when we drove ourselves, we rented a mini van this time.   Based on our experience with food, we also took with us breakfast and lunch.

We started at 7 AM and were in Palani by 8.45 AM.  We found the place much less crowded than our previous visit.  After having breakfast, we sought out the place where we had done the tonsure the last time.  We had to walk about 500m from where we had parked.  In hindsight this was a bad decision for two reasons - this was quite a distance from the winch station.  Also, the bath facility did not have hot water.  We could have simply gone to the place near to where we were parked.

The tonsurers lamented their plight of not being paid (which obviously must be untrue).  The wailing little fellow did nothing to help the emotional blackmail and a Rs.100/- parted hands as tip…