No matter how hard i try, I end up in dd procedures only on monday mornings. Now when i enter the bank at ten thirty there will be a looong que would welcome me. Now i have to fill up a chalan for the transfer of a demand draft. My first task will be finding the chalan. It usually would be placed in the corner table but the day i search for it, it vanishes!! Now i have to ask for the chalan from the person sitting inside the counter. He is a guy nearing his 50. As soon as i ask for a demand draft chalan, he would look into my eyes as if i have asked him to betray his mother nation. "It will be there near the corner table" with an anguish in his voice would be his reply. "Sorry sir, I checked but i could not find any. Can you please give me a chalan?". Now he murmers something and would trow a green colored chalan from his table. Congratulations young man, you won the first battle!
The next task will be finding an appropriate desk or a table to fill it up. And all those guys who are filling it up would act as if they are writing their board exam's final paper. You could sense the tension in their faces and the with the speed they write, my god you can almost finish twenty chalans within half an hour. And the guy infront of me always would forget his account number. So everytime he writes his account number he opens his passbook and check it twice and writes it up and again check it twice. After this writing of his account ceremony is over there comes the major part called denomination. He would have two bundles of hundred rupee note and the seal of the bundle will not be broken at all. Alas he counts them all. Sometimes after counting 98 notes he would get a doubt did i count 97 or 98 ? Now here we go. He starts counting from the first . .1.2.3.....And after this he finally completes everything and when he is ready to sign the form you can see the pride and satisfaction in his face as if he has completed his plan for a rocket launch from sriharikota. And the moment he moves away I have to rush to the table to write my form.After I finish filling my form i would sign and give away a sigh as my victory over the second battle.As soon as i finish my procedure, I would here a voice from behind ... "Young Man"..
Then I would turn towards the voice. Ya there comes a sixty year old senior citizen with no knowledge of banking, ofcourse he would be an illiterate. "Can you please help me in filling this chalan? No one is ready to help me out here. Can you please do it for me?" And in the mean time a beautiful girl would look and observe this conversation. And ya I should get a smile from her rite?? So I would be starting to fill this thing. During the process my dear old man would hardly know about his account details so I must often look into his passbook and often question him regarding his denomination process. He would treat me as a thief who is trying to rob his money. Now I would look up the pretty girl in the line and she would smile at me not regarding my smartness but my "Oh god" situation. Atlast i would finish his details and he would receive it from me even without a word of thanks. Now he would not even me to stand me in front of him in the que and i should stand behind him in that long tail of bankers . His face would be so proud that he thinks that an educated guy is standing behind !! Attitude! And now again I would hear a voice .. "excuse me ...."
Now who would that be ? I would pretend doing a research about the windows of that bank and as if i dint hear that voice. "Excuse me" there would be a tap on my shoulder. Obviously I have to turn back. "Yes" . There would be a guy worth thirty five yrs and he would be looking so pious with all the sandal paste and other religious marks . He would ask "Can you lend me your pen please?". My word I was carrying a pen which was parker and gift from my girl friend for my last birthday. Now again the pretty girl in the line would look at me and I will be merrily handing over the pen to the pious fellow. For the next fifteen minutes till he finishes his form my eyes and mind wouldnt move away from my pen and the pious fellow.
Now I would be standing third person from the counter. With all my hope and prayer that the worker shouldnt go for his lunch. And if he does i would be waiting for another half an hour. Now already one and half an hour have passed by. The old gentlemen whose from was filled up by me would give his chalan and the money in the counter. Now the staff inside the counter would should at him "Cant you fill up the date?" and the old man straight away would say "I dint do it. This filthy youngster did it", as if i cheated on him. And atlast when his form was accepted the old man would rise his hands above his head and say "Thank you my boy".. and i would be pleased ."You are welcome" and I would search for that pretty girl and she would have been vanished by now. As i move infront of the counter a board would welcome me stating that "COUNTER CLOSED"
Now after half an hour the clerk would come and open the counter and I would give him my chalan and money. My purpose of the day would be to take a demand draft worth rupees two hundred rupee and the commission would be ten rupee. I have clearly given him a couple of hundred rupee note and a ten rupee note. Now that fellow would count it with his own gad damn hands and the he would insert that couple of hundred rupee notes into the note counting machine and check the number shown on its top. Man what are you ? I would be in the brink of my frustration and atlast he would tell me "Go wait there, once your name will be called you can come and collect your demand draft". And atlast at 2'o clock my name will be shouted. "Aravind" . "Is there anybody named Aravind?" He would shout. "Am here". As soon as I go near the counter he would give me my demad draft . Atlast I won the War.
Now I have to post the demand draft. Are you willing to accompany me to post office?? MENTALITY OF BANK STAFFS ROCK :-)
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The next task will be finding an appropriate desk or a table to fill it up. And all those guys who are filling it up would act as if they are writing their board exam's final paper. You could sense the tension in their faces and the with the speed they write, my god you can almost finish twenty chalans within half an hour. And the guy infront of me always would forget his account number. So everytime he writes his account number he opens his passbook and check it twice and writes it up and again check it twice. After this writing of his account ceremony is over there comes the major part called denomination. He would have two bundles of hundred rupee note and the seal of the bundle will not be broken at all. Alas he counts them all. Sometimes after counting 98 notes he would get a doubt did i count 97 or 98 ? Now here we go. He starts counting from the first . .1.2.3.....And after this he finally completes everything and when he is ready to sign the form you can see the pride and satisfaction in his face as if he has completed his plan for a rocket launch from sriharikota. And the moment he moves away I have to rush to the table to write my form.After I finish filling my form i would sign and give away a sigh as my victory over the second battle.As soon as i finish my procedure, I would here a voice from behind ... "Young Man"..
Then I would turn towards the voice. Ya there comes a sixty year old senior citizen with no knowledge of banking, ofcourse he would be an illiterate. "Can you please help me in filling this chalan? No one is ready to help me out here. Can you please do it for me?" And in the mean time a beautiful girl would look and observe this conversation. And ya I should get a smile from her rite?? So I would be starting to fill this thing. During the process my dear old man would hardly know about his account details so I must often look into his passbook and often question him regarding his denomination process. He would treat me as a thief who is trying to rob his money. Now I would look up the pretty girl in the line and she would smile at me not regarding my smartness but my "Oh god" situation. Atlast i would finish his details and he would receive it from me even without a word of thanks. Now he would not even me to stand me in front of him in the que and i should stand behind him in that long tail of bankers . His face would be so proud that he thinks that an educated guy is standing behind !! Attitude! And now again I would hear a voice .. "excuse me ...."
Now who would that be ? I would pretend doing a research about the windows of that bank and as if i dint hear that voice. "Excuse me" there would be a tap on my shoulder. Obviously I have to turn back. "Yes" . There would be a guy worth thirty five yrs and he would be looking so pious with all the sandal paste and other religious marks . He would ask "Can you lend me your pen please?". My word I was carrying a pen which was parker and gift from my girl friend for my last birthday. Now again the pretty girl in the line would look at me and I will be merrily handing over the pen to the pious fellow. For the next fifteen minutes till he finishes his form my eyes and mind wouldnt move away from my pen and the pious fellow.
Now I would be standing third person from the counter. With all my hope and prayer that the worker shouldnt go for his lunch. And if he does i would be waiting for another half an hour. Now already one and half an hour have passed by. The old gentlemen whose from was filled up by me would give his chalan and the money in the counter. Now the staff inside the counter would should at him "Cant you fill up the date?" and the old man straight away would say "I dint do it. This filthy youngster did it", as if i cheated on him. And atlast when his form was accepted the old man would rise his hands above his head and say "Thank you my boy".. and i would be pleased ."You are welcome" and I would search for that pretty girl and she would have been vanished by now. As i move infront of the counter a board would welcome me stating that "COUNTER CLOSED"
Now after half an hour the clerk would come and open the counter and I would give him my chalan and money. My purpose of the day would be to take a demand draft worth rupees two hundred rupee and the commission would be ten rupee. I have clearly given him a couple of hundred rupee note and a ten rupee note. Now that fellow would count it with his own gad damn hands and the he would insert that couple of hundred rupee notes into the note counting machine and check the number shown on its top. Man what are you ? I would be in the brink of my frustration and atlast he would tell me "Go wait there, once your name will be called you can come and collect your demand draft". And atlast at 2'o clock my name will be shouted. "Aravind" . "Is there anybody named Aravind?" He would shout. "Am here". As soon as I go near the counter he would give me my demad draft . Atlast I won the War.
Now I have to post the demand draft. Are you willing to accompany me to post office?? MENTALITY OF BANK STAFFS ROCK :-)
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