“Doorstep delivery from a Government body?” ‘No way’, you might respond. Not any longer if we go by what is now happening in SFV. A team of BBMP officials were busy helping SFVians getting E-khatha or carrying out corrections to some of the earlier ones. They did an extra day as well. Thank you BBMP and your staff.
No less gratitude is due to the members of the MC who did an outstanding job in organizing this. Some of them, and volunteers as well whom I spotted when I was in were Sajan, Chidambaram, Vaidya, Suma ji, Kiran…
I had no plans to visit Club House for this. I was heading for my Vitamin D walk. It suddenly struck me that when I got my E-Khatha thanks to the then MC’s effort, I had it scrutinized word for word by my friend. He had pointed a small error in the Kannada version. He suggested it was not worth correcting it as the remedy could be worse than the disease. So I left it at that.
“Why leave a legacy of problems? Who not try to sort it out? Take care of the penny, and pounds will take care of themselves…” wisdom dawned on me. I took just the E-Khata and went to Club House. “New E-Khatha or just correction?” asked our ever-smiling Suma whose indefatigable voluntary job to SFV is matchless. “Correction,” madam. She handed me a token. It called for some wait. But the volunteers guided me to the counter, spoke to some waiting guys whose turn it was before me. They all agreed, and I would be the next. What a wonderful camaraderie, many of whom I was not even acquainted with. Who says we are far from a well-knit family?
As I waited, I showed it to Mr Ramamurthy of Oak to detect that small mistake. He read through the document back and forth and said that the only mistake he could detect was that it reflected my carpet area as 0, and its figure had crept into the next column. “Maybe you would like to correct it, having come.”
The BBMP official confirmed the mistake and asked me to show Sale Deed to verify. I had not carried it. The lady of the house rushed in with it, and with the MC volunteers vying with one another to help me dig out the sale deed, the relevant page, etc. it was all done in a jiffy. I thanked profusely BBMP officials and MC volunteers around.
As I stepped into the lift with the lady of the house trying to stuffl in all loose papers into the bag to be sorted out back home, I hummed the old Tamil song, Kaatu vanga ponen, Kavitai vangi vanthen - I went in for something and came out with something else.
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