Banking Blues

While my beloved friends are braving the hide and seek of sun and rain to make their way for summer workshops in college, here I’m spending my morning reading blogs started way back in 2002 !

Suddenly, as the clock struck 12 , I vaguely remembered an assurance which I had given to my Mom. My Mom kind of threatened me that if I didn’t get her job done from the bank today, she will be left with no other option but to take leave from office tomorrow to get her job done. And since I didn’t want to lose my freedom of using the TV remote and the phone receiver, on a summer afternoon , that too when your exams are over, I readily agreed.

Since my banking skills are as good as Katrina Kaif’s Hindi, I had reasons to worry and felt as nervous as a goalkeeper before penalty shootout, recollecting previous embarrassing experiences.

And I had a grand entry. Without noticing that the door had PULL, I PUSHed it , a lady got hurt, and serious questions were raised about my literacy level.

The bank was least customer friendly. Every counter read ‘single window counter’ when it should have indicated what job it was actually doing.

I followed a lady with cheque in hand and stood behind her in the queue.And then I noticed , That I was being treated as a non entity. People wanted to go before me citing several odd reasons. Its too hot outside(so? Its AC inside), some said theie amount was lesser than mine (whatever).

Some lazy officers around were dozing off, some giving their opinion from everything under the sun , from oil prices to Ram Gopal Verma...

Finally , when I was about to find some reason to be happy in this territory, thinking that my turn has finally come, a Himesh tune rang in the concerned person’s mobile and merrily left his cabin for some pep talk. Returned 10 minutes later, only to announce in the true spirit of punctuality, that it was Break time .

Okay , finally when my turn came, the lady who was checking the form started frowning. “no please no questions to me “,I said to myself and I started searching my Mom’s number in the mobile.

Finally, without any more hiccups, it was done.