The story started sometime during the year 2006-07, when I and my sole companion, Mr. Subhash Rabindra Jha, in this endeavor were trying our hand in securing an internship abroad. Both of us did not have passport. Being the lazy bums that we were, we thought....Passport....Usme kya hai...wo to tatkaal mein 15 din me mil jaayega.... Only to realize later how stupid and silly we were.
We visited a few brokers and all of them demanded huge amount of brokerage (yes 5k was huge for us at that time). We used to think..."ye passport humara, documents humare to isko itne extra paise kyun de". Almost a year passed by and we were still without the passport. Then came the super year 2009 with jobs drying up fast. Our focus shifted from getting a job abroad to securing a job at the first place.
I was picked by "the great Indian Public sector bank" at our campus placements. And the first thing i thought was "I will be a public servant, now nobody can stop me from getting a passport". The joy was shortlived. I joined work. I was given a profile where i would only need tickets for local train. You see, people dont need passport for travelling to Dharavi, Vasai or Mira Road. That time the only thing i needed was a jet plane to just go away from that place as far as possible. Being hopeful of a brighter future, I did not give up yet. I tried finding out how can i get my passport now. I was going through the list of documents i needed. Suddenly, i realized that tears started rolling down my eyes. I could not believe it. Apart from the docs i needed earlier i needed one more "no objection certificate" from my office. Another advantage of working for the "great Indian Public sector bank". I then realized that it was about 3 months back that i joined office and had not got my id card yet, so getting this NOC will take me atleast another year or two. I was devastated. I told to myself "Passport gaya bhaad mein, Pehle yahaan se niklo". I gave a few interviews and went on to join a private company. Not to forget, in every interview, i was asked about passport and i said i have already applied, i will get it in few days.
Having joined the new office, i resolved to get my passport done at any cost. Then started the series of meeting with brokers and agents. Everyone used to say "ho Jaayega. Address proof hai na". And i used to reply "haan lease agreement hai". On hearing this some smiled, some laughed and some drove me out of their offices saying rent ke address pe to president of India ka paasport bhi nahi issue hoga. I was aghast and thought "Will i have to buy my own flat in Mumbai". I could not think beyond so stopped right there.
I also met a couple of funny characters. One was an agent with hair protruding out from every inch of his body. He could have put Anil Kapoor to shame. He was very hopeful and demanded money. He promised he will get it done. But my wise friends advised me against giving him any money as they thought he will run away with that money.
In the meanwhile, i got an opportunity from my office to travel abroad for a couple of weeks which i had to miss for obvious reasons. All hell broke loose. All you people can not fathom how disappointed i was. By then my sole companion Mr. Jha went to visit his homeland (coincidentally we share our homeland Bihar) and somehow managed to get his Passport done in 15 days.
Now, i was the lone warrior in the battlefield. All alone, like a gladiator. It suddenly occured to me that if Mr. Jha can get it done from our homeland, i can get it done from there too. I found out an agent there and applied through him. He said , "it might take some time but it will be done". and before he could ask for his fees i put it in his hands. Then started the much awaited wait of having applied and going through the procedures. This part was also not devoid of obstacles with me being in Mumbai and having applied for a passport in Bihar. I had to grease the palms of a lot of people involved. The final one being the passport issuing authority having objection with the name of my mom which is Shanta Varma at one place and Shanta D Varma in one of my school certificates. The solution that he suggested was to publish that these two names are of same person in 3 national newspaper for 2 weeks and get the newspaper cuttings to him. I asked for an easier workaround and obvious came the reply.
Finally after all the madness, my passport was issued. My brother came to visit me with my paasport. I vividly remember the date .It read 17.09.2011. I stood there with my passport in my hand. I flipped the blank pages of my passport as time froze. I will never forget that moment. My passport, my most prized possession, means a lot more to me than your does to you.