My World!: May 2006

Minimum Requirements to proceed further:

1. Rudimentary knowledge about the myth of the Holy Grail, and no, Grail is not something owned by Google.

2. Some idea about something known as a Passport. 3. Last but not the least, an IQ greater than a tomato!

The Holy Grail is a sought-after, elusive, all-but-unobtainable goal for a person, organization, or field to achieve, in this case the party in question being none other than yours truly. For this concept to get into your skulls better think of perpetual motion or anti gravity or a polynomial time algorithm for NP complete problems - just couldnt resist(complete list here), or a proof of its non-existence are sometimes characterized as the holy grail of applied physics and computer science. For somebody like me who is not much into solving NP complete problems while hanging upside down perpetually on some an-tie(american style) gravity planet, the quest for the Holy Grail involves, yes you might have guessed, that is if you satisfy Min Reqs. 2 & 3 specified above, obtaining a passport! Is it so much to ask? Yeah, it is! I found out the hard way. The Indian Passport site gives you tons and tons of info about how one CAN get a passport. My post here describes in detail how one CAN NOT get a passport. A little more background correlating the Grail and my passport. The search for the Grail became the principal quest of the knights of King Arthur. It was believed to be kept in a mysterious castle surrounded by a wasteland and guarded by a custodian called the Fisher King, who suffered from a wound that would not heal. His recovery and the renewal of the blighted lands depended upon the successful completion of the quest. Equally, the self-realisation of the questing knight was assured by finding the Grail.

Coming to the present day scenario, I think the Knights in the olden days would have had it easier than me to find the damn thing! Granted, I knew where the "Mysterious Castle" aka the passport office existed and I do know that the mysterious King Fisher is none other than the RPO, the Regional Passport Officer, but my quest for a passport lasted all of 22 years of my life on earth. I had almost given up when one fine day (could have even been a not so fine day, I dont remember which) my PM (Proj Mgr not Prime Minister duh!) sends out a mail telling all of us to apply for H1 visas ASAP. Now as you might have guessed it, I was in the soup. The events unravel thus.

Self(walking upto my PM): Ahmm.. mmm..

PM: yeah...

Self: Mm.. Amritha** I have a little problem(my favorite opening line)...mmm...

PM: Problem? ya..tell me....wats it???

Self: Its regarding the visa mail you sent out...

PM: ok.....("now get on with it" look on her face)

Self(sheepish smile): Well... I DONT HAVE A PASSPORT!!!

PM(aghast, startled, alarmed and finally stricken look on her face): WHAT????

Self(yeah baby, you heard it right look): yes...i dont have one

to be continued soon....

**Names have been changed to protect the innocent and also the guilty

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