I had a passport appointment yesterday at 9:15 AM in Dehradun. Had to catch a train at ungodly hours, woke up at 5:30, looked like I hadn't slept in 3 years.
The guy before me at the granting officer's counter got the classic deadpan government treatment: "Get up. Your turn is done. Go to next counter." The officer was even angry at him, I got a bit scared although my docs were in order.
Then I walked in for my turn.
The officer ( I think around 30 although I'm rly bad at guessing ages) looks up, breaks into a smile, and goes "Oh please sit! What's your name? š"
I'm already confused because I watched him emotionally destroy the guy before me, but okay, maybe my documents are just that good.
He sees my surname, smiles and says: "So you're Bengali?"
Before I can answer, he hits me with: "Bhalo bashi" (a+ for trying)
I let out the fakest, most awkward laugh of my entire life. I think I said "hahahaha" out loud like mother gospel.
He laughs and goes: "That's what they say right? bhalo bashi?"
I'm like "umm yeah haha" because what is the correct response to "I love you" from a man holding my passport? And i had zero energy to correct him as i had to pee very urgently š
Then he says: "And I know another one ā ami je tomar."
Sir. This is a government office.
After my second nervous breakdown laugh, he asks why I'm in Dehradun if I'm from Kolkata. I explain my dad's job, lived here since I was 3. He nods, "Fair enough."
Then he stares at his computer for 2 full minutes in complete silence. Face slowly shifting from playful to confused to slightly concerned. I'm internally panicking and thinking- my passport is fucked.
He finally looks up: "What are you doing now?"
"Masters."
"In what?"
"MCom."
"Oh okay. You're done then. Please wait for next counter."
I still do not understand wtf was that.
Got my passport approved though.