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Notary Public

So my afternoon was fun. The kids’ passports are pretty full, so they need to get additional pages put in. Because the consulate is all the way in downtown Mumbai (a three hour round trip at least), going there to do that is not feasible during a workday (unless I take a day off, which I don’t want to). I could go on a day that we don’t have school – like the day after Thanksgiving – but the office is closed the last Friday of every month (of course). We can send the paperwork down to get done, but if either parent (or both) is not there, an official form has to be filled out and accompany the application for extra pages.

No prob, one thinks – we can fill in the form and send it with a school driver, right? Not so fast, my friend: this paper has to be notarized. Not the actual documentary paperwork asking for changes to the official identity passport, but the forms that simply say that someone other than the parent is dropping off the forms.

And therein lies the root of this post. For, to get something notarized in India, an entire ‘procedure’ must be followed. No one at school can do it – you have to have a lawyer. Not that the lawyer actually does it – he just walks it into the notary’s office. So I had to arrange to have a driver take me to the “Law Offices Street” right across from the high court. This was the place that had seen street protests and riots that had led to the school closing while week without walls was going on.

Once there, I had to meet with a lawyer – a rather shifty looking fellow who probably wore the same suit and tie every day to the table he occupied on the side of the road – and give him the papers to get done. He quoted me a price which was double what I’d been told the going rate was, the driver berated him for a while in Marathi and got the numbers down, and they agreed on a price.

He then handed the papers to a peon (people who run errands and do manual labor here are actually referred to by that name – well, either that or simply “Boy”) who walked down the street. He passed the stalls full of old men merrily banging away on typewriters, filling out marriage licenses, purchase agreements, and other official forms, and went into the notary stand.

Boy came back 10 minutes letter with the notes, some signatures, and 6 tax stamps and seals to put on each document. Whew. Now all I have to do is find someone who’ll now take the forms and passports downtown, turn them in to the consulate, and pray that all the fields are completed correctly.

But at least I got the forms notarized.

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2 Comments so far (Add 1 more)

  1. Phew… So I really shouldn’t complain about bureaucracy and precedures here in Serbia.This sounded rather complicated and a bit too much. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Sanja on November 20th, 2008 at 5:20 pm
  2. Next time just get in touch with me… I’m a notary!

    2. Jacques on November 27th, 2008 at 6:36 pm

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