My date with the RPO-2

Today, although didnt manage to go at 7 (as advised by the wise auto driver), i reach the office by arnd 9. i very confidently go towards the second level when the security stops me and asks me to join the queue. i tell him that i am applying for my minor son and he replies " ellam ore queue dhan..poi line la vaama"- imagine my reaction when i heard this!! i retort telling him that i was told there is a separte line for minors and he says"queue la vaama ..apram paathukalam". frustrated and irritated, messaged DH , abusing the system and the security guys.. i wait for abt 15 mins and when my turn comes, thankfully, he lets me join the spl queue and find myself standing behind some 50 odd uncles and aunts and young moms/ dads like me!! cursing my luck for the second consecutive day, i grudgingly wait. suddenly the young dad b4 me asks if i have attached Annexure I with the application...now wat? i think..i cooly reply with a no and he tells me that i need to attach one..i decide not to pay heed to his advice and continue to wait. suddenly, the PO tells the elderly man near the counter"last one year bank statement oda vaanga"..OMG!! i dont have tat- immediately ask DH to mail to my dad so that he can send it thru his office boy!! happy that i managed to act on time, i continue my tapas!! suddenly it struck me that i didnt have a photocopy of my passport!! inform the dad behind me and rush to the shop inside the complex and stand in queue behind another 10 ppl!! finally managed to finish the whole ordeal in 10 mins and rush to my post, after explaining to all the oldies behind me that i was already in queue and had stepped out to take a photocopy. some 45 mins later, when i am just 2 ppl away from the counter, i fervently pray to the almighty, offering him a coconut, if all goes well!! my hands literally shook when i got all my papers ready!! have neverbeen so nervous in my whole life..the PO looks at my papers and asks "where is the minor declaration certificate" while i give him a blank look, he explains that i need to attach a doc available in the ground floor. i nod resignedly and then he asks for something else, which i cant even remember now..he tells to get all the docs ready and come later..totally defeated and dejected, i come out and search for the vendor who sells those papers..after some running around, finally locate him underneath the staircase( no exaggeration) and he very patiently explains what to do..by then, my senses have returned and i smartly note down everything.

now i have to get all those docs ready and again visit the RPO next week. Simply dreading it!! Wish me luck

j

P. S. the bank statement was on its way when i was out of the RPO. another disaster!