Excerpt of a conversation I had with a ‘pahadi’ friend of mine on a lazy Sunday afternoon….
“Dear friend unlike up in the mountains of India here down in the plateaus and plains we have a very different way of life….” I said making my friend look perplexed at the ‘mystery’ I was about to unravel. The life of an Indian down here is a series of checkpoints between life and death and each checkpoint is a milestone where you have ‘procured’ with great difficulty a “paper’. “A paper ???” …. Yes my friend a paper… When you are born the first paper is procured for you with great difficulty and greasing of palms by you parents it is called a ‘birth certificate’. That is the first milestone. From there on you are on your own on the quixotic journey of accumulating all the “right papers at the right times”. Then comes the all important 10th Standard certificate your gateway to greatness as it is made out to be.
Once you graduate into a college lad with all the right papers (10th Std 99%, Pre-Univ 80%) you begin the systematic accumulation of ‘mark sheets’. This is so deeply ingrained that in India when you fail a college term examination you don’t say you “failed an examination” you say “I lost a PAPER !!!! “. The importance of the word paper here cannot be over-emphasized. After the acquisition of all requisite papers from college (by which time you’ve spend 21 yrs of your life at it and it kind of makes you a veteran) you are expected to get the all important “Offer letter” the culmination of 21 years of “doing the right things”. Once you’ve got that then you proceed to get the easiest paper in life from you Government; the PAN card. Now this is the only paper that you don’t really have to ‘work for’ in India. Its more of less shoved down your throat with absolutely no greasing of palms or burning the midnight oil just because that registers you for payment of taxes
Now begins a lull period of 3-4 yrs where get some leisure time to indulge in some pleasures like drinking, smoking (cigarettes/ pot if you may like) and chasing some fine lassies. This is the calm before the storm because if the journey this far took 21 yrs; the ‘second innings’ is going to take the next 40 years….
Then comes your ‘grand wedding’ and you get a partner to accompany you in this quixotic adventure. The second innings begins with the marriage certificate which requires some major “down payments” because hey its a paper that makes not one but two people and the union thereof legit right…. Once this is done life becomes a blur or paperwork… BSNL landlines, birth certificates for your children, Form 16′ns, various bank statements and over and above all this the GOD of all Indian papers…. ” THE GAS CONNECTION PAPER”. Its only once you’ve acquired this particular paper do you become a person of any considerable repute in your family/society. This paper has so much social significance that people invest enough time/effort to acquire up to 3 connections (1 of which is legal and 2 which are ‘borderline’ illegal). A person with 3 of those ‘beauties’ gets the place a honor at all social occasions. He walks into a marriage and the junta makes way for the ‘great celebrity’ who has 3 of ‘those’. There are hushed whispers of wonder as he passes by. The mothers with 10 year old daughters are eyeing his son as a possible alliance after 15 years because the daddy has ’3 of those’. The Gas connection is like a trump card silently placed on the table when an alliance is being worked out for your daughter… (Yes, strange are the ways of people in the plains of India).
In India we even have a celebrated law (called the RTI) which not only gives you access to papers you are entitled to but also papers that are only for “Govt’s eyes”. I mean how cool is that.
Then there are the parallel ‘certificates’ that you keep accumulating like FD deposits in banks, the property certificates, the khata’s A, B, C, D…. etc etc all adding to social stature. And then one fine day when you are a grand old behemoth who’s got all the “PAPERs” ; you die and the last paper you accumulate just like the first one is acquired for you by your children. Its called the death certificate and the only reason they would bother to get that for you is not so that they make your ‘portfolio of papers’ complete but rather because its kind of required to get the LIC money.
Finally you yourself become a ‘piece of paper’ framed and hung on an old wall. With a garland of flowers (invariably plastic) that is only if you’ve been good to your children.
Plagiarizing what Robert Frost said….
The city is misery, gray and bleak.
But I have promises to keep…
And papers to get before I die, and papers to get before I die…
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