Who’s yo daddy?

I finally managed to successfully apply for a Visa for India today, after being sent away last week for being stupid. That stupidity involved arriving at an embassy to apply for a mucho important legal document sans photos, copy of ID, copy of air ticket and proof of residential address in SA.

I know, I know, you need not smirk and snigger so loudly.

Annnnyway, as I furiously completed the Visa application form by pressing on my sister’s back as she urged me to hurry up, I noticed that item three to be completed demanded the name of my father/husband.

Why it might be of interest to Indian authorities that I have no husband and that my father has not been alive for almost eight years is beyond me. Am I more legitimate if I have a father and/or husband who can vouch for me? Is it not absolutely bloody ridiculous that I am a self-sufficient, reliable, independent woman who is *choosing* to travel to India, where I will spend highly valued tourist Rupees, and yet despite this, must be asked about my father and husband, and not my mother, sister or wife, if that were the case?

I am interested to hear if India would deny Visas to men who write down the name of their husbands. Probably would. That’s why I wrote down my dad’s name instead of “No, I won’t fucking write down the name of a man who can ‘look after’ me, you arrogant, sexist fucks’.

Viva India!


9 Responses to Who’s yo daddy?

  1. Louisa says:

    Sounds like a “fun” place to go, if you need a hubby or ded to vouch for you.

    On a completely unrelated topic I would just like to congratulate you on your birthday tomorrow. šŸ˜‰ Hope you have a super day and don’t get into too much trouble.

  2. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    I sincerely hope the country is a lot more fun than it’s Johannesburg consulate.
    Re birthday wishes, thanks velly much, Louisa! šŸ˜€ Good memory!
    Hehe, I shall try, at all costs, to avoid trouble and invite fun. Ta again!

  3. cuz g from oz says:

    No, no no, trouble is good, please do invite it. It’s what leads to fun. Happy happy btw.

  4. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    Ahhh, all this time I’ve been missing the key ingredient to fun. I feel wiser already at the age of 33 and a few hours. Thanks for the wishes, Cuz G. šŸ™‚

  5. Charmskool says:

    Happy birthday and have a ball! You can rest up tomorrow after all the fun! You poor rudderless little thing. No father, no husband, not even a brother to take care of you. I just don’t know how you manage when trouble rears it’s head. I on the other hand am very lucky! I do not have a father, or a husband (currently)but I am very fortunate to have a younger brother who could, if he gave a toss, help out in a pinch. Thanks heavens I can travel to India and everything because I have him. My poor child is fatherless, husbandless and brotherless. I just don’t know how she can have managed all these years.

  6. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    Thanks muchly, Charm.
    Thank goodness you have an uncaring brother is all I can say. Whew! You dodged a bullet there, missy!

  7. HotGuy43 says:

    Happy birthday for yesterday, DBAWIW. And as to your visa story, European visas also want the full names and, as I recall, dates of birth of your parents. This applies regardless of your age. My 70-something mother marvelled at the weirdness of it the last time she and my 80-something dad went to Europe, given that both sets of parents have been dead for between 20 and 60(!!!!) years!

  8. Hardspear says:

    Do you have a brother perhaps… [ducking a virtual blow]

  9. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    HotGuy, hahahah, your poor parents! That must have been utterly bizarre for them.

    Spear, watchit hey!!!

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