i am a card carrying indian citizen now!
this week marks a momentous event in my life.
i finally became a true card carrying citizen of this great country of ours.
i got my family card (see second photo), better known as the all powerful ration card.
it's only after i got it that i was told that "just" getting a ration card is not enough. it has to be validated at the local civil supplies distribution shop aka ration shop. i love the name in tamil, nyAya vilai kadai (நியாய விலை கடை), literally "fair/just price shop." begs the question how unfair the prices are in other shops!
so i made the pilgrimage to the local ration shop a couple of days ago. surprisingly, there was no crowd in the shop. i had imagined wading through a mass of ration-card-and-bag-carrying humanity to reach the counter! the lady at the counter looked up with an eyebrow raised in enquiry from her newspaper. i hesitantly told her i was a new card-holder. for a moment my mind flashed back to that long ago day in sixth standard when i walked into the classroom for the first time in a new (boarding) school with a chit from the head master to the class teacher. the lady put down the newspaper with an exaggeratedly weary sigh, reached over the counter to take my card and checked the number. then she pulled out a fat ledger with an even bigger sigh and opened it to a page marked with a strip of yellow paper. she found the relevant entry (all hand written, of course), checked it and scribbled something therein. she then turned the ledger around and told me to sign at the 'x' mark. i did that. then the lady opened my ration card to this year's page and made a note of the ledger entry number, the shop number and date. she didn't even sign it!
i realized that the little anonymous notation (marked in red in the first photo) is the single most important thing in the making of an indian citizen. you are not considered a card carrying member of the system if you don't have that scribble.
forget the fact that i've had a driver's license for nearly two decades, a passport for a little over a quarter of a century and a voter id card for the past five years. now that i have my duly sribbled (er, notarized) ration card, i can proudly and honestly proclaim to the world that i am indeed an indian.



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