To get an International Driving Permit, the government needs to see your passport, visa, and air ticket, none of which affects your ability to drive.
Oh, and you also have to tell them which countries you are visiting, how long you will be staying, and if you are carrying a small plastic mug to wash your bottom in places which haven’t (yet) discovered the hygiene faucet.
Of course, I’m making up that last part. But both you and I know none of us would be surprised if it were a requirement.
Next, to apply for a passport, they’ll want to see a hotel booking and air tickets, to get a driving licence, you would need to show proof of vehicle ownership, to buy cat food, they’ll need to see a cat, to buy a mobile phone, you have to show them a SIM card, to buy a toothbrush, you need a dentist’s certificate, to buy clothespins, a notarised photograph of your wardrobe, to buy a bra, you have to prove you are a woman, to buy a jaanghiya-kachha, a man, to buy a book, a self-attested copy of your school-leaving certificate, and so on.
When will this red-tapist Babudom end? Angrez chale gaye, lekin ye unki aulaadein chhod gaye, jo ab tak raaj kar rahe hain.
I can’t believe I’m saying this twice in a span of an hour: Kyaa chootiyapaa hai, yaar?
