Bad Banking ....

Had to scream this out…. Got reminded bout the similar experience which one of my best buddy had … well when its all bout money….. it had to be the Banking Industry….
along with a not so gud experience which one goes through in a “multinational” bank …
for an authorization I wanted to extend the net-banking service to make some transactions abroad…… sounds simple right????
That’s wat I thought until my Course of Action began ……….

Day 1 :
Followed my To-Do list that allotted a couple of hours on this task……. n common sense asked me to tour towards the ‘Bank’s Branch in question’.
So a fresh start on a Monday morning was greeted by smiling luscious lips across the counter. gentlemanly manners asked me to do the query here…now starts- mistake no.1….. dint realize that her knowledge wrt my query is proportional to the size of her skirt…. She asked me to use the phone-query system n that the branch wudn’t be of much help. Now occurs the mistake no. 2…… I cud’ve called up right there …. But chose to get bac n call later at night as always…….

Day2:
The call to the query department turned out to be as futile as the previous day’s visit…. After 20 mins of punching numbers and being confirmed about “how important our call is to them” jus like the courting couple assuring each other in a newly found romance….. Well, finally a lovely voice made me forget the wait … and the extended exchange of pleasantries delayed my query… talking bout the purpose of the call turned the initial admiration to descent as she redirected me to the bank office.

Day 3:
Time scheduled for the current visit increased than the one b4..... Made sure to keep my manners aside and walked across the initial desk towards “I know my job well” kind of a guy, who inturn redirected me to another floor. The guy minus the luscious lips n the sweet pleasantries, gave a form to fill to get the authorization done… only hitch was that not having the company’s seal ensured another scribble on my schedule…

Day 4:
Took the all filled form to the bank n handed over to the respective person, who promised me a week’s time to get the work done…. Mistake no3. No acknowledgement of submission as he promised me that the query wud be logged in immediately.

The week passed into a fortnight as the bank waited for my yet another arrival on the (I guess) 22 Day after a wait followed by ‘call u back in an hour and confirm’ promises.

Day 22:
The 2-floor visit greeted me with an unknown face with the same ‘may I help u smile’.
Told him about my ‘unrecorded issue’ which only ended in me filling up another form and a promise to do the needful… ………..

So my wait continues to time immemorial ………………………

My other arrangements of getting the money through a source other than the bank proved expensive n tedious….

Isn't Incompetency ...... the mother of all #@$%- ups??

Times when I wonder how easy it was with our gud old nationalized banks, where our personal trust in the known face across the counter mattered than that of the reputation of the bank.

Wimbledon

Wimbledon…

The Court, the Grass, the Strips on it, the green Enclosures, the Players in White, the Audience, the Hats, the Skirts, the Claps, the Silence, the Rain, the Wait, the Rolex, the Royal Lineage, the Police, their Helmets, the 15000 florescent Balls, the Ball Boys n Girls, the Gilt Cup n the Salver, the Referees, their Jackets, the IBM Scoreboards, the Intensity, the Wind, the Aura ,the Prestige, the Tradition,the British….

It’s
The All England Lawn Tennis Club
Church Road

Wimbledon

London SW19 5AE

Watching Federer-Nadal in the wimbledon final was a treat to the soul after quite some time… it took me back to the days of Edberg, Becker, Sabatini, Navratilova when I first started following the game…. It had to be The Wimbledon, the Vatican for Tennis, to showcase the game for any new tourist…. That was a time when I presumed that tennis was always on the green…only to be enlighten by the awareness of other rivals it had … the green carpet still continues to be a treat for my eyes… not that the others are any less… but…. u know right….

The initial reverence was followed by the years of intense rivalry of Pete Sampras-Andre Agassi or that of Graf-Seles showdown with the other greats like Courier Ivanisvic Sanchez Vicario popping in-between on this venue…. man. …they created fanatics for the game out there….. None looked gud holding the ‘Rosewater Dish’ than Steffi Graf.... wat a idol she’s been along with here hubby n his rival… Steffi at Wimbledon was the best thing one cud ask for…..

I don’t remember the last final I missed watching here …...
how much each of the Gentlemen and Ladies who played, wanted to conquer the grass than any other surface… and to be honored at the Queen’s land…. Its always been a matter of prestige…..

Its always been tradition …………… at Wimbledon…

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Confession Box

Hed been on my mind for the last 15 days now… need to get over it .......This unfortunate soul had to get killed by me….. a squirrel .. thought it wud miss the back wheel too…. But destiny had other nasty plans ………. Had to quiver itself towards a painful death …. Wonder if it had a family of cute ones to take care of!!! ….. man… that makes me guilty of a massacre ….. waiting to see how this score needs to get settled……..

Till then … I pray for its journey in the other world…..and for its family’s welfare…

blanked out affections...

Had to chauffer my thoughts down the memory lane for a period spanning from the “once upon a time when me was still a baby…. to the time I cud carry a load of books on my back of less than the teens age”…… the time when I had a privilege to expend a part of my summer hols at my granddad’s place, getting the luxury of being pampered by one and all added with lots of embarrassing attention which I probably don’t get now from any corner though I crave for ……. :(

One such endearing soul was this masseur who gave his customary visits every weekend n has been rendering services since an age-old time. There was nothing professional about him other than his work… he was family…. he fondled me enough giving me the freedom, opportunity and authority to demand his attention for my needs of getting entertained with the lousy games I invented where he had to always loose..... man.... was I such a pain….as always…….. That endearing soul gave himself to my whims and fancies out of his unconditional universal love he had towards everyone….

As education gave me the lessons on ‘manners’ and ‘behavior’ my interactions become very minimal with this man on every visit and reduced to jus a ‘smile n walkaway’ routine…. It reached a stage where those memories got buried in the recycle bin situated in some unknown part of my brain…..

And finally……all this had to be retrieved by a mention of his death which I wasn’t aware that occurred a couple of years ago ….. I don’t even know the last time I exerted a little to think about this person who played his instrument flawlessly in the blemished orchestra of my life…. I don’t even remember his face … jus his features ……the day showed me the dark patches that I have allowed life n time to paint on me…..such an unfaithful abstinence ....

may his soul rest in peace …