Other bureaucratic structures seem to have sprung from Kafka's nightmares directly. To get reimbursed for my travel expenses, I need a bank account. To get a bank account I need a PAN card (social security card). To get a PAN card I need proof of residence and to get proof of residence I need to register with the foreign office.
Registering with the foreign office meant standing in line for 2 hours to submit my application which consisted of two copies of 7 documents. After standing in line, I was "preprocessed" by an officer to be sure I had the right documents, and the documents were then stamped by a second officer. Finally I met the "head officer" only to be told that I didn't have the right documents. Fortunately, he could be persuaded to admit that I did have the right documents, grudgingly overlooking the fact that I didn't. He gave me his final stamp of approval. The end result of all this is that I received a ticket to come back that afternoon to have my documents processed. Trust me, it makes even less sense when you are actually doing it. It seems like no matter what I do, I keep ending up here:

Needless to say, I still don't have a bank account. Don't get me started on getting a cellphone. I had to go back 4 times, twice because my signature on two of the documents didn't match. In the end, they suggested that I place one document over the other, and trace the signature. Which I did, and in doing so invalidated the whole purpose of the signature. But, the bureaucro-saurus was satisfied.
-F. Seahorse
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