This time it was different. I was not going back to join
office or for a project or for a training, nothing any sort of official work.
It was all personal. Year 2013 I booked the apartment but till now I didn't own
it. Builder and buyers were in agreement that registration process will be done
only after it is handed over to buyers.
After two years of that scenario we were still waiting for
the possession of the flat. Then it changed. I got a chance to travel back to
India. Well, chance is not a correct word here; it was more or less planned. I
was getting married. A month long holiday is nothing less than a dream come
true for software professional who works on client location directly with the
customer. But here I was on a four week long leave plan.
‘This is more important than a honeymoon trip’ suggested my
just one week newly married wife. I was stumped already on her statement. Next
day tickets were booked and I was all set to visit, once my base location for
almost two year, city of migrants, city of Bangalore, which was now, called
Benguluru.
It takes complete two days by train from my place to
Bangalore. Since I had all the time in world I booked a train ticket. My
roommate, who is married now offered me to stay with him but I preferred
guesthouse provided by the builder which also included a cab to take me to
places required to visit for the registration process, which included trips to
banks, registration office, apartment location, company office and so on.
Staying with friend would have prevented me from availing such a mouth watering
offer, greedy I am.
If you have never registered a house or a plot before,
believe me you will be tired as hell. Long queues, thousands of signatures,
greedy eyes of government employees, bribes, long waits for authorized
signatures, people everywhere but not on their desks and what not. Difficulty
level of all these tasks increases by two points if you do not know the native
language kannada.
Best part was the evening with my roommate, rain in month of
March made already pleasant weather soothing and refreshing. And on to that I
met another friend who was there with me in US. Small world it is, just two
months back we were having lunch in Chicago and suddenly dinner in Bangalore.
When we three came out of the lounge it was already 12:40. An evening well
spent.
Next day was more queues, more signatures and more waits.
And then the moment of joy came.
‘Congratulations, you are now the owner of
this apartment’ said the registrar. For me it was more like ‘Finally this
horrible process is over’.
Now back to home. After two long years I will be spending
the festival of colors at home. While I write this last line, I hear ‘boarding’
announcement for my flight to Lucknow. Can’t wait…happy holy.
Oh God...you got married...Congratulations :) :) :)
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