This is a rant.
I live in the campus of the institute in which I did my first graduate course. So, sometimes I get requests from friends about stuff to be done around here. I don’t like to do them,not because I don’t like to help people, but because more often than not, I feel like I am taken for granted. Like this one.
My classmate from grad school is applying for a job in a different country (not the first world countries, just to be clear). He lives in that country now. The agency to consider him for the job, wants his transcripts and certificates certified as authentic by the institute that issued them. This in turn involves getting a banker’s cheque in the name of the institute, and submitting it along with an application requesting verification and other documents to the institute. Since I live in campus, he asked me if I could do it for him.
I was very hesitant at first because nothing is as simple as that in a country like India where the red tape and formalities are unbelievable. Still, considering that this chap has been struggling to find a job, I agreed to do my bit.
As a first step, I go to the bank to get the banker’s cheque (DD as it is called here). It is a sweltering day here, the AC in the bank was kaput, and everyone and his cousin took it upon himself to visit the bank today. Drawing out a single DD took one and a half hours. I came out of the bank with a migraine. But that’s ok.
I call this chap to tell him that the DD is ready, now what should I do.
He has no clue. He asks me to find out.
Where do I find it out from?
Somewhere in the XYZ building, he says.
The XYZ building is a six storied building with hundreds of departments. Hundreds. And no customer service counters or a reception. U-huh.
Which is fine again. Tomorrow may not be as sweltering. And XYZ building is not air conditioned, anyway, for it to fail.
He then emails to me, his transcript and certificates that I must print out and submit along with the DD somewhere in the jungle of the XYZ building.
I look at the email attachments, and find no cover letter.
I tell him “you need to send me the cover letter”.
His response? “Why?”
I am a little stumped because I believe it is a universally known and accepted practice that any formal application needs a cover letter saying what it is that is being applied for. Especially in India where formality is everything. The Brit may have left us alone in 1947, we don’t intend to let go of their pomposity anytime soon.
I tell him that. Not the Britt pomposity thing, but the fact that any application needs a cover letter.
“Oh, but I have sent the transcripts”
“Yeah, but you need to tell people what to do with the transcripts”
(in my mind is the uncharitable thought that with so many “E”s, you really have to tell them what to do with the transcripts – I am mean, but by this point I have a full blown migraine and this guy is being deliberately stupid.)
He sighs and says “oh well, if you say so. I will send you a cover letter”. The tone was “oh bother, why do I have to deal with people like Gobblefunkist”.
I am still wondering who was doing whom a favour.
I am also getting a vague idea of why he has such trouble getting a job.