Posted 01 September 2007 - 08:43 AM
A summary of my experience (also posted on TT)
As some of you may or may not know I am a British Pakistani (just to clarify - I was born and brought up in Britain to Pakistani parents, I'm not a Pakistani immigrant to Britain) and a lover of India. In 2001 I spent three months (including a sojourn in Nepal) travelling aimlessly across the north of India. I fell in love with the country once I had escaped Delhi and have been patiently waiting to go back ever since. A couple of years ago I almost made it back only to have my hopes dashed at the last minute due to an unexpected problem. However, for the past few months I have been gathering information ready for what I expected to be my long awaited return. But something completely unforeseen happened today.
A couple of weeks ago I discovered a page on the High Commission of India website just for those people happen to be British Pakistanis. I need to 'furnish proof of current status in the UK' it says. I sent an email to the HCI and asked what the devil this was about as I never had to do this last time. Two weeks later - no freaking reply. So I called them today and things seemingly became worse.
I initially spent about 20 minutes waiting for someone to answer the phone in the visa department. Just as I start to grow impatient a female Indian voice answers. I explain that I need a visa for my trip to India but that I am British Pakistani. After going through the rigmarole of explaining that I was born in Britain and was going for a holiday she tells me that I need to provide a letter from someone in India that I am going to visit. I can't, I tell her, I don't know anyone - it's a holiday and besides, I was never asked for one last time I went. This is roughly how the conversation continued:
"A holiday?"
"Yes, a holiday. So, what do I do if I don't know anyone in India to provide me with a letter?" I say.
"Well if you can get a letter from your business that'll be OK," she says hesitantly, "but you should get a letter from someone in India."
"I don't know anyone in India but I can certainly get one from my employer. Is there any other information or paperwork I should bring? I still have my old passport with the Indian visa from 2001, should I bring that?" I ask.
Seemingly confused she asks "You came to India before?"
"Yes, and I didn't need to do all this then."
"Yes, bring that too."
"Anything else?"
"Hold on, I'm just going to ask my colleague."
A few minutes later she comes back and says "No that is all we need but the visa will be only for one place. So if you are going to Delhi you can only stay there."
"But I want to visit a few different places!" I exclaim like a five year old child.
"Where are you going?", she enquires.
"Kolkata, Sikkim, Bodhgaya, Varanasi and Delhi"
"Sikkim is a restricted area" she states abruptly.
"I know," I say. "I'm going to get a permit at Rangpo."
"Yes, you can get one there."
"Or maybe I can get one from you when I apply for my visa? Hmm?"
"Please wait one moment."
I'm on hold again for thirty seconds before she returns and tells me that she's going to transfer me to a colleague who can help and that I need to explain my again situation to him. Cue another ten minutes of waiting for the phone to be answered before I get frustrated and hang up.
Let me say unequivocally that I absolutely accept that India has understandable reasons for the additional security it puts in place when it comes to Pakistanis, Bangladeshis and descendents of either Pakistanis or Bangladeshis. I also accept that entry to India (or indeed any other country) is not a right but a privelege. But neither point makes it any easier to accept when you are the one on the receiving end. I recall, with utter embarrassment, the anger I felt when I was talking with this woman and immmediately after I hung up. I angrily told myself that I was being forced to go through this fuss for the simple reason that my parents were born in the wrong country and yet pretty much most of the non-Pakistani people I literally saw around me would likely be able to get a visa without much effort. Enraged, I continued to protest internally with unrelenting arrogance at how unfair the situation was and how these other non-Pakistani people I see all around are not as deserving of an Indian visa as I am. I typed a much longer, rage-filled, version of this post before eventually returning to my senses.
So what to do? I've not been refused a visa but it seems they are trying to make it as difficult as possible for me to get one. If I can't get a sensible answer out of the HCI on Monday, I will, at considerable time and expense, go to the HCI in London on Wednesday and try my luck without a letter from an Indian in India but with a letter from my employer, my old passport and the paperwork that is usually necessary when applying for a visa. If the application fails I'll be mightily vexed but I'll live. What else can I do? Jump in front of a train and hope for rebirth as a non-Pakistani? Knowing my misfortune I'd be reborn as an Indian visa clerk at the HCI - that truly is suffering. Although, I considered lying on the form - claiming my parents were born in India - but I am getting bad vibes about that idea. If anyone has any ideas of what to do; whether I need a letter from an Indian in India (as is the requirement for citizens of Pakistan and Bangladesh but not for British born Pakistanis) or if I just need a letter from my employer as it says on the website; or has any other helpful (or indeed unhelpful) advice or mocking comments, I'm listening.
I forget the point of this post. I think maybe I wanted to vent my anger. I think I also wanted to tell all of you that, compared to me, none of you are deserving of an Indian visa. However, I simply end by requesting that you appreciate your Indian visas, treat them with the love and affection they deserve.