The way things work update.

I left you hanging about the conclusion of our Foreign Resident Office registration, so here it is.

At 4:30 we headed back to the office. We stood waiting at the same first room for 20 minutes. A woman emerged with a large stack of papers and we all hurried behind her to keep up. We stopped in front of another office and waited another 10 minutes. A man emerged and we hurriedly followed the man and woman. They took us to a large office where we again waited... Five minutes later they ushered us into the air conditioned room (a rarity) with a large desk and equally large man. He sat all importantly at his desk and didn't look at any of us. Around him were three peons, they watched us, like hawks. I felt like a criminal.
He called us one-by-one. While he signed each and every page (remember all the copies?!), we had to quietly leave the office. It was unnecessary and totally antiquated.

What's worse is realizing that the people we are working for, the Hindu Pakistani refugees, must do the exact same thing, but the huge difference is that no Indians want them here...