Almost immediately we are faced with our first encounter with Indian bureaucracy. During the short stopover in Dubai, I decided to buy myself a netbook (an HP Mini) to drag around the country with me. Stupidly, I kept it in its big snazzy box and thought it would be fine to simply waltz through the “nothing to declare line” as it wasn’t very expensive. Not to be. A stern looking uniformed officer quickly notices the Dubai duty free packet…. and now we’re in trouble.
It seems as though I am going to have to pay duties. Back and forth we go, “How much I ask,” “Mmm” says the serious officer, “Rs12000” (about R2000). My heart sinks. The wonderful savings from buying the netbook at Dubai were fading fast.
Sigh. So I say “How does that work?” The officer tries to show me some sums on a piece of paper. But I am still somewhat lost. Apparently you can bring in Rs8000. So he deducts the 8000 from my total and calculates 36% duties. “Oh dear,” I say, “I will have to draw money.” So off I scamper to the ATM while my mother waits behind. And while I struggle to figure out the touch screen ATM – it took me a very long time to figure out it was a touch screen – she starts chatting to a senior female officer.
When I eventually return, the entire tone has changed. Now the officer is suddenly asking questions, “Where you staying?”, “Are you mother and daughter?” Yes we say. And suddenly, with a subtle and gentle nod, the officer waves us through.
And off we go! Cultural introduction no.1 complete – nothing is set in stone in India. In fact, wherever you go in India, people will tell you “Anything is possible in India.”