Right now, I am at this stage in life where I am surrounded by forms – this form, that form, those forms, these forms and again, this form. I can’t begin to tell you how much I despise them.
If I were to look into slam books from school and college, the section that asks for what I hate the most, I’d find that I have written hypocrisy, swallowing tablets and filling forms in no particular order.
I wish there was a system where I needed to enter all the details of my life (relevant ofcourse) and then I just choose who can access it! Hmmm, that may not be a bad business idea. So I enter my name, address etc and then just tick the sections that the party should receive – much more convenient, isn’t it?
When applying to universities and then jobs, I used to fill up so many forms. And then coming overseas demanded more forms, licenses, forms for licenses, forms to submit license, forms to request renewal of license – Phew!
The only joy of being single in my dictionary is that you don’t need to fill up the section for spouse. I used to feel an inexplicable sense of relief as Ihappily skipped the particulars of spouse section. Until November last year. Now, I just feel happy that I don’t have to fill the children’s section.
I always wanted to marry a guy who would be an expert in filling forms. Like papa. Papa takes some pride in filling forms that I fail to understand even a wee bit. Boss, who can plan filling up forms right after breakfast, before lunch and after dinner? And with that thick black rimmed reading glasses that threatens to slide down the nose if another form in unveiled – I only felt relieved that I don’t need to fill forms ever! My plan of action was to find a husband who could and would.
I forgot to add that amongst other criteria as “should”.
Imagine my rotten luck when I find myself a husband who does not just detest forms but has all along been hoping to get a wife to do it for him (for the rest of our lives, I must hurriedly add). So basically all that K does is, stylishly leave forms on my study table with a bar of chocolate (Mental note: I better outgrow this soon) and asks me to fill up the forms. He then chooses to surprise me by asking me if the forms are done within the week. Now, that’s hilarious. As a rule of thumb, I finish forms only when there are 4 seconds left. And I am not changing it. Certainly not when I have two forms including the spouse particulars to fill. Typing this itself makes me feel weak.
Nowadays, forms seem to have evolved. But not the favourable evolution. Forms these days need more photocopies as attachments, more passport photos (that’s another story by itself!), more signatures, more id proof, more scope for errors (that’s for people like me) and more waiting time as well. Total mess!
With all that experience, I was hoping that I’d become some sort of a form-filling expert. I thought I have some genes thrown in as well and that’d probably work in my favour. I started thinking of a lucrative form filling business part-time. Now this where I must say – Alas!
Earlier, I would read, re-read, check, re-check the form before submission. Now, I detest them so much that I just fill them up, run a cursory glance and done! I was not surprised when lady to whom I submitted an important form recently called me and asked me to refill. I had made a blunder in writing the duration of work experience. And umm, interchanged my organization’s and my name. Hmm, that actually sounded interesting.
So, the bottomline is that I seem to have never had much and lost whatever little form I had for filling forms.
I long for the days when all I had to do was sign. Perhaps, if papa could have done that, I wouldn’t have had to sign either. But he is a righteous man. So, he would call me to sign. I would mumble and grumble at how I am so tired of signing and then sign off like the President (I felt like that atleast). So, all I did for my driving license was to drive the car or ride the 2-wheeler. That’s it. All I did for getting the PAN/ Adhar was sign and pose funnily for the photo (that never ever turns out good, so why bother to smile and pose?) Now, my family openly laughs at my plight. I lazed around then. So, I am getting my fair share of forms with some additional punishment now.
I better stop here. I have a few minutes to submit a form now. I can’t miss the 4 second rule.
P.S. K, if you are reading this, please please pleasantly surprise me by filling up atleast 4 of those 9 forms on the table. I will treat you to a box of chocolates.