Welcome back to This is India! I always have funny/weird stories about India to share with friends or family when I talk to them. This is just meant to be an honest portrayal about my life in India through short anecdotes. I also share here what I’ve been up to online outside Hippie in Heels.

What I was up to other than here:

  • It was my birthday yesterday! I’m going to write a “this is India” about what a monsoon Goa birthday is like! Monsoon has pretty much hit, so this week was a lot of movie watching and chilling with friends.
  • I’ve still been writing for Bravo. Never thought I’d be getting paid to write about Kim Kardashian! lol
  • I have one week here in Goa before I head back to start all my upcoming adventures.

Now your story,

I recently flew back into India and landed in Bangalore first instead of Mumbai, to catch my Goa connection. I’ve done immigration in Bangalore and I remembered that they were very rude but there was no line which beats Mumbai any day.

When we got off our Etihad flight, it was 6 AM and there were only 20 people on the plane, only 3 of which were foreigners. Everyone had been sleeping since the plane was empty and we all had a row to ourselves so we didn’t get the immigration papers from the fight attendants. I realized as I was leaving but you can always get them at the immigration line. Most flights forget to hand it out or accidentally hand me the Indian one.

When I got to the immigration line there were no papers. There was no line either and I asked the guys at their boxes where the slips were to fill out. They pointed to a guy in the corner at the desk and said he has them.

I asked that guy and he said “they are out there, in the boxes”. I told him, no the boxes were empty

“they haven’t been filled with slips… there are none there and us foreigners need them”.

“go ask your airline for a slip”

-“I have just walked 10 minutes here and there are boxes saying “immigration slips” which should be re-stocked, so restock them. I’m not going back to the plane which probably isn’t even there anymore.”

….long pause…. he signed LOUDLY and annoyed.

He opens a drawer without getting up about 10 seconds later, looks inside without touching anything. “There are no slips.”


… he looks at me blankly, still sitting.

My god… THIS IS IMMIGRATION!” I yelled at him. “Get up and find them and restock the bins which are LABELED so clearly they are meant to be there”.

Hating me, he gets up and finds another guy. That guy had 3 in his pockets. He handed them to us. How lucky there were exactly enough? What’s most annoying is if I hadn’t yelled at him, he would have done nothing. They would have watched foreigners just stand around confused. No one was going to do any work that AM. It was still nap time for them it seemed. I hate that I have to be rude to get things accomplished because I would never have spoken to someone like that back home- I would have never needed to.

Then they sat back down on their lazy asses after us 3 got our slips, not searching for more for the next crowd.

As always, a very annoying welcome back to India as airports are the most annoying place in the whole country!

This is India!

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