What if...

What if the doctors are charging exorbitant fees as their consultancy fees? It’s better to start considering the fees as a penalty for not taking care of our health instead of cursing them after our recovery.

This will reduce the unnecessary stress caused after recovery from the sickness. But one should take care that he/she is not getting tricked. Also this would make us more responsible for our self.

Still Migrating for Migration

This time I was very more conscious than before considering the probabilities of events that could occur in the process of obtaining the signature of the principal on the migration form.

I planned to go to the college at 11.00 am after confirming the presence of the principal in the college. The clerk picked up the phone and he confirmed that the principal is available till 5.00 pm. I quickly packed my bag with all the necessary documents and once again started my journey to Dombivli.

I reached college by 2.00 pm after the lunch time. I directly went into the office to meet the principal but he was in a meeting. I was told to wait till he is thru with the meeting.

Before taking signature I had to take the stamp of the college having principals name on it. I requested for one from the office but they bluntly refused and directed me to the examination department. In the examination department the HOD again redirected me to the office saying that it was not their responsibility. On explaining the whole situation I was able to convince him. Finally he redirected me towards his assistant to get the stamp. I went to him but this guy again directed me to the HOD giving an excuse that he does not have sufficient rights to put the stamp. I felt as if I was a tennis ball in the tennis court. Finally I requested HOD to personally give him the permission to put the college stamp on the form.

The game was not yet ove. I had to wait for about an hour for the principal. During this one hour I had to keep track of the principal (as informed by the one of the staff member) since as soon as the meeting gets over he may leave for the day.

Finally the meeting was over and I met him in the gangway and requested for his signature on the form. He called me up in the cabin which was somewhere in the first level of the second building. I pointed out to him where his signature is required on the form. But he nodded with a disagreement and told me that the stamp should be authenticated with proper verification. Now I had to run back to the exam section for the signature of approval. But they declined with an explanation that how could they authenticate if the leaving certificate was provided by the office. I was again standing in front of the office for the signature of approval. I convinced them why signature should be authenticated from the office and they provided with one after checking out my original documents.

I ran back to the second building to the principal’s cabin to find his door locked. I could not imagine going back home without the work done. After the ‘tennis’ game I started playing ‘hide and seek’ which made me remember my school days. I asked some of the students and the professors about his where about but they could not help me out. Finally one of our electronic professors was able to help me out with his where about. And at 5.00p.m I got his signature on the form. I returned home with a content smile on my face.

The next Saturday I submitted the application form with all the attested documents to the university at the migration counter.

And they flatly rejected the application saying that they require principal’s signature on the photocopied leaving certificate too which was neither written on the notice board nor on the form. I tried convincing them by showing my original documents but in vain. The university made me remember the ‘snake and the ladder game’ which was played by me during my primary school education.

I don’t know which more games I will be made to recollect during the course of getting the certificate.

And am still migrating for migration…

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Migrating for Migration…

The day had finally come when I had to submit the migration certificate in the college (Migration certificate is required when you change university for further studies). Some of my friends in college had already obtained the certificate after running from pillar to post. And I had taken a vow that I would keep no loopholes in my process of obtaining the certificate so that I need not repeat any of the activity.

I started collecting information by calling each one of my friends and personally asked about the procedure to obtain the certificate. This certificate needs to be submitted in the present college or else admission is cancelled or results are with held. All data required to obtain a certificate was now embedded in my mind. I photocopied all my original mark sheet and leaving certificate from the last attended college and packed my bag with all the documents.

Since my college was no where near, my mother packed water bottle and some snacks for my long journey (Kandivli to Dombivli) as if I am going for a one day trip. I took an extension ticket from the station and started heading towards the platform to board a train.

The heat was taking the sweat out of me this winter. Now I could probably take a lecture on global warming.

I had my headphones on and was little excited to reach college after 3 long years. I was confident enough with all the document nicely set in my bag.

The only thing I had to do was to take my principal’s signature from the college on the form which needs to be submitted to the Mumbai University with proper authentication of the mark sheets and leaving certificates.

The challenging part for me was to reach college before lunch time and get the signature or else wait for an hour. Traveling is what I don’t get fed up off so easily and was enjoying the central local train breeze.

On reaching Dombivli I had to take a rickshaw to reach college which is far off again from the station. Finally got down near college and started walking towards it. There was a complete change of structure on the barren land surrounding the college and as a rule I started taking photo sessions. There was a huge construction coming up near the college and a lot of visible changes in the campus could be noticed. But the staff was the same with no knowledge of migration certificate. It took me 10 minutes to explain why it is required and what the college has to do.

After all the explanation round, I was told bluntly to come on Tuesday as the principal was on leave and I started using my return journey ticket to Kandivli not enjoying the journey this time.

Migration to be continued…