Mr. R.K. Sharma

Today i spoke with Mr. RK Sharma.
"Mr. Sharma!" i said, after phoning him on his direct line that Ailysh toddled all the way down to the embassy to get for me (gosh this is requiring aLOT of perserverance on my part, and hers). Mr. R.K. Sharma is the head honcho down at the Consulate of India in Vancouver. He's the guy who says "yay" or "nay".
"Mr. Sharma!"
"Please" he says.
"My friend came to the embassy last week and you gave her your phone number so i could call you and ask you a question" i say.
"Please" Mr. Sharma says again.
I launch into my plee for why i must have a visa for more than six months (I do not really want to travel overland in February to the awful fumey city of Kathmandu, Nepal to apply for an additional 6 months and wait for 5 days and cross my fingers and toes hoping to get it). I tell him about the two yoga courses i am taking that are more than 6 months apart, i NEED to stay for 9 months! (gestation period). Mr. Sharma wants to know which courses, which schools, where.
This man is very hurried. I have the impression that I have taken him away from very important and urgent business elsewhere. Perhaps he has 35 impatient Indians and Canadians queueing in front of him at this very moment, all angry and impatient, who knows, or maybe... his Italian meatball sub is getting cold at this very minute, as we speak.
Regardless, Mr. R.K. Sharma invites me to fax him the details of my case for him to review. I am happy with this. With this, I let Mr. Sharma return to his meatball sub.