I had to go to India for some meetings.
My secretary contacted A from one of our offices in India to request for a letter of invitation – a requirement for visa application as imposed by the Indian High Commission here.
A told my secretary that she was unable to access her computer and to please contact B.
My secretary contacted B.
B forwarded the request to C.
C emailed me a template of the invitation letter.
Yup, a fucking template.
I had to write the invitation letter myself, emailed it back to C who said she would print it out and fax it to my secretary.
Yup, using a fax machine in this day and age.
Anyway I had to chase her for two days before it was done eventually.
Why do I always have to puke buckets of blood every time I deal with the Indians from my company?
Truth be told, given a choice, I’ll avoid anything to do with India.
Don’t get me wrong – I have the utmost respect for this great civilization and its culture, cuisine, etc.
But many of the people I have to deal with from my offices in India are either retards or jerks.
By the way, “Satyameva Jayate” is the national motto of India. It means, “Truth Alone Triumphs.”
I hope my telling the truth will bring about some sort of a triumph.