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My elder son died in Singapore on 4th of this month. The Singapore branch of his employer company sent his body to Chennai by air. There were many formalities to go through for taking delivery. Most of them were attended to by the clearing agent of his company.
But there were some which only the relatives of the deceased could do. First of them was a clearance from the Airport Health Officer. One of my relatives represented me there. The officer was delaying unnecessarily and when pressed, he expressed his desire to be bribed. "கவனிச்சுட்டு வாங்கிட்டுப் போங்க." My relative pointed out that it was a dead body and not a commercially profitable cargo and we were all in grief. But the officer saw the huge crowd waiting outside with grief stricken faces, guessed the weight of our purse and insisted on his pound of flesh.
He was given five hundred rupees and the papers were signed in a few seconds. After an ordeal of 4 hours the body was loaded on to our van at 2.30 A.M. on 7th.
The gate-keeper and the police constables who usually collect mamools for every cargo, allowed us free exit and even when offered declined it politely saying, உங்க கிட்ட வாங்கினா நல்லா இருக்க மாட்டோம், சார்.
Ironically, during the initial enquiry, the officer asked about our caste and sect and without our asking, revealed his own. His name is A.Parthasarathy Iyengar.
But there were some which only the relatives of the deceased could do. First of them was a clearance from the Airport Health Officer. One of my relatives represented me there. The officer was delaying unnecessarily and when pressed, he expressed his desire to be bribed. "கவனிச்சுட்டு வாங்கிட்டுப் போங்க." My relative pointed out that it was a dead body and not a commercially profitable cargo and we were all in grief. But the officer saw the huge crowd waiting outside with grief stricken faces, guessed the weight of our purse and insisted on his pound of flesh.
He was given five hundred rupees and the papers were signed in a few seconds. After an ordeal of 4 hours the body was loaded on to our van at 2.30 A.M. on 7th.
The gate-keeper and the police constables who usually collect mamools for every cargo, allowed us free exit and even when offered declined it politely saying, உங்க கிட்ட வாங்கினா நல்லா இருக்க மாட்டோம், சார்.
Ironically, during the initial enquiry, the officer asked about our caste and sect and without our asking, revealed his own. His name is A.Parthasarathy Iyengar.
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