I just opened the much publicised Citibank Rupee Checking account.
After initial headache of website difficulties, un-advertised fine
print and fear of getting stuck in red tape again, finally am pleased
to see the results. Things can get better, but for my expectations,
it's fine for now.
As I interacted with indians regarding this account, I found a
energy in their voice. Almost like a elder brother, I was happy to
feel that these young kids, who are just working part time, or fresh
college grads or at the higher rung, MBAs are talking as if they mean
business. It's not just about money.
This girl called Sophie called me up from Citibank, Bombay. I was
almost smiling at her playful tone, in an attempted ascent. I had all
these roles open to visualize myself in : -a elder brother smiling at
her little siter's innocence, see how she's grown up into a fine young
lady, -a tutor's role who is brandishing moustaches in a proud feeling
of how his tutelage has gone about, -a father's role who is worried
about his young kids getting spoilt by kaanta laga, -a sister's role
who is giggling along and sharing the girl power, -a flirtatious role,
where I am letting myself flow away in her sweet talk so that she gets
the 1000 bucks out of me, -or I could be Buddha.
It's surprising that now I know a second before the second inside
that very second, that I have choices. And what I am going to do, will
be solely at my discretion, and I should know that what I did, was
because I chose to. It's my karam. There is always the one boring
choice, the run-of-the-mill approach to throw in the towel. And then
there is this exciting world of opportunities, where I can unleash the
inherent potential, and try out new things, experiment.
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