Five months here; having become accustomed to the diatribe that I face every time I run around for some paperwork, my calmness amidst the craziness in the embassy was not surprising.
Noticing the job description embedded on my residence the friendly fellow native decided to help me out.
- The next step in the endless tide of getting settled is accruing the permission to drive legally.
- The verifying officer, a frustrated fellow national coming to the end of his shift asked me to show him my Indian license.
- Officer: “Yeh main kitnebaar dekhi hai, asal license nikaaal!!”
- Me: ” Yeh to asal hi to hain!…. Main ek Doctor hoon.”
- Officer: “Toh?? “
Make in India.
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