• You can call me dumb or old fashioned but I just can’t seem to get used to the idea of talking to a recorded message. Today, I spent the better part of the morning having a unilateral conversation with CITIBANK‘s online banking services, dutifully following all the instructions, punching numbers hash signs and stars only to be told that all the information I had fed in was wrong.

    Of course I know its wrong ! I want to make it right! And I need help!!! But obviously you don’t understand that . Do you? 

    Citibank Sign from side
    Citibank Sign from side (Photo credit: bruceg1001)

    As it is I don’t have a great relationship with Citibank because I’ve noticed that every time the Sensex is about to crash, the relationship manager comes knocking on my door to sell me some funds that literally plummet the day my cheque is encashed. However, having sunk in a few thousand rupees and unwilling to pull out at a loss, I remain invested in the funds with the hope that one day they too will rise.

    However, from time to time I have to interact with the bank  and each time I do,it is a painful experience indeed. Today for instance, I was responding to a notice sent via email that my cheque books had to conform to a certain format else the cheques would not be considered valid or encashable. So began the painful task of locating the account numbers and all relevant details pertaining to the accounts. Then, since I am the only person who communicates with the external world I began the task of going online and doing whatever could be done by me only to find that there was nothing I could do.

    So I called the 24 hour on line banking service which very helpfully informed me that they couldn’t help me at all but I should either walk into the nearest branch office ( 5 miles is a long walk!) or then call up my relationship manager who happens to hang up his mobile phone and is unavailable on the landline.

    What kind of customer care it this?

    You can’t bank on any bank

    And Citibank is not alone in its lackadaisical customer care. Courtesy flies out of the window the minute you open an account or finish a transaction of benefit to them. The other public sector bank I regularly bank with actually expects its customers to stamp their own cheques and put them in the drop box. They would happily let you take your own cheque around to the different officers required to authorise payment, tell you quite openly NOT to come to the bank but operate the ATM. In fact, one day, when there was a particuarly long queue for people waiting to DEPOSIT money, one bank official actually got annoyed that the long line was blocking the light , thereby preventing her from seeing her monitor and therefore, obstructing her work!!!!

    Come, come I wanted to tell her, if it wasn’t for suckers like us who put their money in the bank, you wouldn’t be having a job at all, let alone doing it well or badly!

    And with the virtual world taking over reality, one day we may find ourselves imagining that we are on this planet…………..

    Remember a fool and his money are soon parted and you’re no fool are you? 

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  • What inspires me to blog ?

    What inspires me to blog?
    To type words every day?

    I often wonder why I blog because I don’t even know how many readers out there read my words. But it is a wonderful feeling to know that your ideas can be put down within minutes or so, typing away on a touch key board, ready to be published when you click on a button and then hope that someone, some where reads your words.

    Every Friday evening our English teacher gave us an assignment to write a “Composition” as she called it – an essay or short story or 500 words or more on a topic which she would chalk out on the blackboard just before the bell rang to signal the end of day. I would spend that evening thinking about the topic, the Saturday writing out the first few words and then the whole of Sunday polishing the piece till I thought it was the perfect gem. And on Monday morning before we lined up for Assembly (morning prayers that were compulsory for the whole school) I would keep my book in the rising pile of “Composition Books”  for her to correct.

    Unlike most of the kids in class, I loved this exercise – a weekly challenge to channel your thoughts, play with words and write on diverse subjects that tested your skill in language and observation, that honed your instincts on what worked and what didn’t. And it is this life long love of words that inspires me to blog.

    Sitting alone at my desktop, I like to lose myself in thoughts and ideas, express my feelings, talk about recipes and folklore, share my photos of my travels and just reach out to the world at large – hoping somewhere, someday, I will touch someone’s life. 

     

  • The joys of a lazy holiday

    Punjab is as far away from Mumbai as is Kanyakumari but living in a secular country means having a holiday for every festival celebrated by every Indian. Thus today being a Central Government holiday on the occasion of Guru Nanak’s birthday, I had a chance to spend some leisure time with Anna Shetty.

    These last few days have been fraught with worry as Hubby dear is recovering from a TIA. Unsure of the effects of the attack, we literally had our hearts in our mouths for most of the time and took one day at a time. Anna Shetty had the most gruelling schedule of all – putting in an 8 hour day and more at her regular hospital job, then rushing home to check on recuperating father, neurotic mother, over anxious grandparents and  rushing back home to start the cycle all over again the next day. It was quite strenuous for her not to mention the rest of us who had to re-adjust to a new schedule of medication, diet, physiotherapy and of course phone calls from well wishers and the occasional visitor.

    Today’s holiday, therefore, was more than welcome, more so when we had nothing to do – no temples to visit, no relatives to meet and no rituals to follow.

    We spent the better part of the morning shopping at Breach Candy where it was fun to look at all the materials and mix and match to make a set of clothes. Then we walked across to the Breach Candy Club for a lazy lunch of Steak & Chips followed by two sinful desserts – a chocolate fondant and a blueberry pie.

    Hmmm! Thank God for a secular India where everyone’s festival calls for a holiday!

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