Na Hasunga, Na Hasne Doonga: The Motto of Every Indian Immigration Officer

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Na Hasunga, Na Hasne Doonga: The Motto of Every Indian Immigration Officer

Illustration: Akshita Monga

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veryone loves travelling for the pleasure of getting away from it all, only to come back home to your commode. #TravelLife seductively beckons with its Insta-worthy moments that promise you will find the meaning of life only once you take flight. But all search for escape, meaning, or bliss comes to a grinding halt at the serpentine queues of the Indian immigration counter.

The wildly cheerful men and women manning Indian immigration at any international terminal have one thing in common – they can ineffably break the spirit of any man, woman, or child by simply refusing to smile and working at a pace that could put even the world’s most frustrating bank teller to shame. At Departures, there may be enthusiastic people dying to leave, and at Arrivals, tired people dying to get back, but at the end of both queues there will be a counter manned by Grumpus Maximus, who is trained in the art of disgruntlement and delay, and will make both goals seem impossible to achieve.

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