Aadhaar Itinerary
In the sultry afternoon a muse
instinctively drifted through the consciousness , "What would a monarch feel after winning a fierce battle ?...
a big feat accomplished!... and after
accomplishment of great feat at the battle… He must credite the
self with his inflated confidence! Or have he been patted his own back taking the
credit…Courtesy? Who else, but self!
“But
why this inquisitiveness is overwhelming me, a nymph of Bio-Science.. After all
Inspection of past is not my foray.”I thought.
But, in
a muggy after noon of post spring when I got stuck in a waiting serpentine queue
of Aadhaar card submission,the muse
seemed justified. As the motif of the
day had been turning into replica of sultry summer
afternoon.
Standing there in snailing long queue seemed to me as an infliction of my past karma.
The
scene has been taken right from Aadhaar card submission itinerary,an experience of affliction which every Indian citizen has to endure.
The most happening move of Aadhaar card submission at
our place had been taking place in most secluded place- in a
half ruined dilapidated building of the Public Sector Township. In the narrow,
dark cave like room people were squeezing in between in the suffocating
stillness. Standing in queue I was amazed how I never registered the presence
of the building even in my two decades of
presence there. Might be that was the reason that the place had been cursing the
people in its own way!
It was the
most dilapidated building of the public sector town ship which most of
us till date fail to register without any apparent reason or choose to ignore it
as non.- existent. And now it suddenly came alive to prosecute all the citizens
for their non-compliance or ignorance.
Next the non- budging time, forced
me to debate about the happenings there. I felt that
the Govt of India or the law enforcers had impression that a fully conscious
person couldn’t succumb to their demand to provide all the asked informal info.
Thus they resorted to a strategical move- first to numb the person with snail pace work, and then take
the imprint of fingers and photograph- perhaps they were completely skeptical
that a fully awaken citizen would comply to the request.
It was
Saturday morning and dabbling my infinite chores all alone on my own for a mont after my return from work I patted my back after accomplishment of all planned assignments. At the weekend
I had already resolved to take an afternoon nap of few hours.
While returning from work I purchased all the
essentials items and even managed to send the fax for hostel leave to my home coming child.
But after lunch before taking my much awaited nap, I made the mistake of
calling my offshore spouse.
Inflated
in self reliance I intimated him about my successful completion of
day’s job and about the on going move of Aadhaar card preparation at our place.
I had hardly anticipated that my simple revelation could spoil my much anticipated
rest routine in a second.
As from other end I was persistently suggested
to take furtive action to apply for Aadhar card . “See it is an important
document. Atleast one in family it ought
to have. You are available there so don’ t “MISS THE OPPURTUNITY,” I was told
in bold letter. At least one in the family must procure this essential document..
in the beginning I refused to take the suggestion ,anticipating the nature of
multi colored throng of Aadhaar card applicants-but the persistency of my spouse melted me.
After
half an hour, braving the heat I found myself standing in the endless chaotic
queue of multi hued and multi psyched people.
The two
and half hours wait in queue seemed endless. The noise and movements of the place were of all
types. I felt that only being in ZEN
THOUGHTS could help me. Thus I decided to flow with push and shove of people, not resisting anything but accepting whatever may came in the way or in the queue.
When the
last fifteen minute of working time dawned,
the guys at the computers were seen ready to pull down the shutters. And lo
…five minutes before the schedule all the shutters of the computer had been
pulled out . A wave of panic surged among the people,standing in the row. For a
minute a complete silence reigned at the place. Perhaps most of them preferred
to go in personnel space for some divine interceptions.
And to my amazement I found myself just in front of computer screen. The guy at the computer
screen was about to pull down the shutters. I decided to try out my luck, so I appealed him to take atleast my impression.I
reasoned him , “How I have already wasted my entire day over there.” The young soul reciprocated “Aunty you were
not in the line in the morning.”
Taking advantage of the already established kinship i initiated my persuasion.Looking at the young savior, my motherly instinct prompted me to adopt him without consent of
my spouse.Thus, gripping the cord of established relationship I poured my motherly
concern. “Son, see it is really difficult for …” The magic worked for me. I
somehow succeeded in getting my imprints and
photographs by the gay but that too without receipt . It meant that I
would have to ferry the place next day but I sighed that next day I would
surely be exempted from standing in
queue.
In the
evening I was queried by neighbor’s about my triumphs of the day. Like a lone
literate person of the planet I explained A to Z of the trick. And advised them
to reach the place one hour in advance to avoid the rush of the queue . Neighbors
took my advice with their core. Like
obedient children they reached the place one and half hour before the
schedule time.
At 9 a.m. Mr X was behind Mr Y holding his
shirt at the back, scared to pulled behind in the sea of people. Claiming the
much coveted first position in the wait- in –line. They were patting their back
and their well executed wisdom that they had
reached the place before the schedule.
Soon
other wisdom oriented people also started pouring at the place. Till than most
of the throngs were the educated suave ones, employees of public sector
township. Perhaps it was their familiarity with one another or relief of semblence, congregation was sighing with relief.
Smile was in the air. Most of them were busy waving or greeting each other.
Everything seemed at the place for two hours till the movements were of the resemblance.
Everyone
with great relief was acknowledging the
power, position of others and etiquette had been ruling the work place. Each of them was duly
wished and greeted by one another.
When
the clock struck eleven suddenly the Cinderella hours vanished .A surge of
people from all walks poured over there. In a minute Mr X got dragged at fifth
position in the queue and Mr Y was pushed to twelfth,consoling himself or rather praying not to be pulled at last in the
queue.
But destiny
had some other options for ma’ams-Mrs X was lost in the sea of ladies, and Mrs
Y who just in front of her were frantically searching her support Mrs X, calling
out her name loudly.-----
IT WAS
MY AADHAR CARD ITINERARY
WHAT WERE YOURS?
