Showing posts with label passport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passport. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 April 2015

How I got my U.S. Visa

In an earlier blog post, I had written about how I got my passport. Here's another one on how I got my U.S. Visa. It's been a while since this incident occurred but this post has been a long pending one...

Sometimes circumstances leave you confused whether you are lucky or unlucky. Let me narrate a small incident during my U.S visa interview process. I had a small cut in my finger just a day before the visa interview. I had put a band aid to prevent it from further damage.

I live in Bengaluru and so had to travel to Chennai to attend the interview. I reached safely, stayed at The Park, Anna Salai, and went out for the interview at least an hour before my scheduled time which was at 10:30 am. The queue was much longer than expected. About 100-odd people were queuing up at the consulate’s designated “Q” area that extended up to the Anna Salai main road. 

My turn ultimately came and I walked in with confidence, filled up the necessary forms and was sent for the biometrics. Just when I took out my pointed finger to give the biometrics, a lady officer behind the machine, stopped me at once. “You can’t do this, you have an open wound.” I got terrified, thinking what I will do next. I explained to her that it’s just a small wound that has already healed and that I have no problem in removing the band aid and going ahead with the biometrics. She repeated, “You may not have a problem, but others have…I can’t allow an open wound to touch the machine.”

I was sent to the someone in higher authority who probably had discretionary powers in dubious situations like these. Again, it was a lady officer. She asked me “What’s the problem?” I narrated the incident in simple words that I have been denied access to biometrics because of a small cut in my pointed finger, the fact being the wound has already healed.

The officer looked at my Visa category. It was an “I” category visa meant for foreign journalists travelling to U.S on assignment. I was travelling to the U.S. to cover the Oracle OpenWorld event in San Francisco, on behalf of InformationWeek India magazine. To my surprise, she said, “No problem!” She got into further conversations with me and revealed in an excited tone that she had been a journalist too in the past and she loved her profession. She got the biometrics done with all the other nine fingers, barring the pointed finger and directed me the next step. 

The final step is when a senior officer takes your interview face-to-face and tells you on spot whether your visa application has been accepted or rejected. After a couple of basic questions, she told me, in direct words, “Your visa application has been accepted!” Wow!  

For a few minutes at the Consulate, I cursed my luck thinking “why me?” Why did I have to get that small cut on my finger? But afterwards, I realized I was actually very lucky. A house wife, standing in queue just before me was denied the visa, right in front of my eyes. She didn’t get a visa though she didn’t have any wound. I got my visa despite having a wound. That’s luck right!        

     

Monday, 27 December 2010

How I got my passport

Unsystematic things happen with systematic people. One such funny thing happened today. Last week, I had applied for a passport re-issue. I had applied in Tatkal scheme, paying more than double the amount, only to receive it urgently within five days. I was expecting to receive this yesterday or today.

Given that I had not already received it, I got little worried because often people have trouble finding my flat. As I was walking down the road, I came across a man in khaki with a bag. Postman, I thought. He indeed was. So I got hold of that random postman and asked him if he had any letter in my name. Evidently, the answer was “no”.

However he was kind enough to give me a phone number of his colleague who he said might be having it. To my pleasant surprise, I called him and found out that he indeed has a letter bearing my name. Then, we met at a mutually convenient place and he handed over the passport to me after I showed him my ID card. He also said, “I was about to return it to the passport office if you didn’t call me up today.” Phew! How many people would catch a random postman on the road and ask if he has their letter? Then he said, “Coffee?” I understood. I gave him Rs 10, told him thank you and buzzed off.

So much for a passport! While I am really glad to have ultimately got my passport, I sometimes wish things happened systematically with systematic people.