For everyone, the passport is a
document that lets them travel to foreign
countries. For me, it is the
document that lets my family take a mean dig at
me and laugh like the lunatics
they are. Reason – I simply did not have
one. Passport.
I mean, I look at the Emirates
hoarding and go ‘Wow I am saving up and
going to Egypt soon.’ And my mom
butts in with that very un-necessary
comment ‘Of course! It’s not like
you need a passport.’ I watch the DSF
special shows on TV and say ‘I am
going to Dubai next year and shop
like crazy’. My Dad offers to
give me Gafoorkka’s phone number so I can
make do without the passport. The
brother reminds me that the code
is ‘Sadhanam kayyilundo?’ And
Bumble B has eaten half my brains out about
my disinterest in the passport
issue.
Since every dog has a day, the
joke that stood the longest is now officially
over.
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| That's for real. Duh |
In my head, it was just one of
those practically useless documents every
citizen is supposed to have. Just
like the electoral ID that comes handy only
when the nation is in need of
more chosen idiots. The last I drove a car was
for my licence test; that
explains the relevance of my driving licence. The
only document I have use for is
the PAN card. Ah! The joy of paying taxes
and filing returns!
For a fact I dragged my feet
about getting a passport done, but then what
reason did I ever have to get it
done urgently? I have no plans to be in
London for the Olympics. The
Dubai shopping festival is another story.
America? What is it? A holiday in
Srilanka sounded like a good idea though.
Sigh…
But now, much to the joy of my
parents who think their daughter is the
star whose prospects warrant a
jumbo passport, I have joined the club. The
club all members of which have
those lovely looking passports but are not
likely to travel anywhere farther
than Bangalore in the
foreseeable future.
Now, over to the next joke. Of
The Great Indian failure who got a passport
but never set foot outside India.
God, please don’t let this one
stand too long.
