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A few days back, I came across a write up in one of the blog. The blogger is a foreign tourist in India. He has written about his "banking encounter" under name of Id IT Is. After reading the same, I could not resist the temptation of sharing the same with our readers. He has written in simple language the details of the daily happenings in our branches of PS Banks. Some of us must have experienced or facing, on daily basis, even the worse then this encounter. Here is the experience of the foreign tourist :-
"Today I had a first hand experience of the Indian banking system, and I
couldn't help but share what I witnessed and felt. It was a sweltering 115
degrees (it is F and not C) outside when I walked into a nationalized bank
located in a West Delhi suburb. At the semi-open doors of the bank, I, along
with a few others, were ushered into an 800 square feet of space by one benign
looking guard carrying an antiquated rifle. To my relief, the bank had air
conditioning, and it worked, so it was significantly cooler in there despite the
fifty plus customers standing in 'line' awaiting their turn.
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I was not alone; accompanying me was a friend, a Delhiite, who was familiar
with banking operations in India and had offerred to help me. I found myself
standing at counter number 7 behind three other people, two of who were seated
and had a bank employees attending to them. While I was standing in line, I
discovered that the two people sitting side by side who were being attended to
were not together; the line at the counter progressed in a unique way such that
at any given time the second person in line would virtually be privy to every
detail of transaction carried out by the person in line before him who was being
attended to by the bank employee behind the counter. What was even stranger was
that even I, the fourth person in line, could listen on to and see some, if not
most of the confidential information of all those who came before me in the
line! For instance, I got to know the name and age of the person just ahead of
me. I also learned that the young girl with him was his daughter who was going
to Austin, Texas on August 18th to start college on a partial scholarship. The
father was applying for a loan against his Fixed Deposits, worth 14 lakhs, to
facilitate his daughter Mini Saxena's move to Austin. Why do I know this, and
more importantly should I know this? Whatever happened to client
confidentiality?
On reading the above most of you must have smiled a few times. If you smiled, it is really great, because knowing well that situation in branches is patheti and you face the same on regular basis, you have the guts to smile. This is a true PS Banker, who even smiles against all odds.
Sometime later on I will also upload my own experiences while on a surprise visit as AGM. I am sure bankers will also like to read that and appreciate the pathetic conditions under which our bankers live specially in rural areas.
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