For a
Gujju, the absolute pinnacle of travel and adventure is a safari in Africa. I
am not joking. The vegetarian, ahimsa believing, teetotling and God fearing Gujjus
love a safari – and boast about how many kills they saw.
HRH the
Queen of Kutch is preparing to do just that, i.e. go on a Safari. I must point
out that except for the fact that her origins are from Kutch [which is in
Gujarat] she does not have the Godly attributes of a Gujju. She fears nothing
except raw onion.
One
necessity when going to Africa is that you need to get a Yellow Fever
vaccination. This is where the fun started. I tagged along on this wild and woolly
adventure as I was HRH the Queen of Kutch’s bodyguard.
Yellow
Fever is caused by a bite from an infected mosquito – much like Malaria. There
is no cure for Yellow Fever. Stomach pains, nausea, fever, headaches and
bleeding are the symptoms. It can be fatal. This is a serious problem in
Africa, but can be prevented by taking a vaccination. The WHO has mandated that
people travelling to Yellow Fever affected areas have to be suitably
inoculated. The WHO distributes the vaccine which is administered by the
Governmental Authorities. In Mumbai there are 4 centres where you can get the
vaccination – the Airport Health Organisation at the T2 approach road at Sahar,
J J Hospital and at Ballard Estate and a new one at Colaba. The consensus was that getting the
vaccination at the Airport Health Organisation was the simplest way of getting
this done. Once vaccinated you are given a card, the vaccine lasts 10 years.
When you travel you take the card and produce it at immigration when you
return.
All this
sound perfectly logical and simple. But, my dear readers, we are Indians, and
operate in India. The reality is totally different. In the short 3 odd hours I
spent with HRH the Queen of Kutch at the Airport Health Organisation for her to
get the vaccination were wildly entertaining, thankfully not very aggravating
and I learnt so many ways to sort things. Yes folks, how to sort things.
Without
being in the least facetious, reading this post will really help you if you
intend getting a Yellow Fever vaccination. This is your all in one guide
answering all the possible FAQ’s and not so FAQ’s on this process.
Let me give
you a bit more information.
If you are
travelling to Pakistan, Afghanistan, Nigeria, Somalia, Ethiopia, Kenya, Syria
and Cameroon, you require a Polio vaccine too. Yes folks, Polio is alive and
well in these countries.
The Yellow
Fever vaccine is distributed by the WHO in a pack size or dose of 10. Thus, if
there are 11 people or 19 people, only 10 will get the vaccine. The others have
to take their chances the next day.
Not only do
you have to be in multiples of 10 but the authorities administer no more than
70 vaccinations a day. Presumably, it is mentally exhausting for the staff to
handle more than 70!!!
To add to
the mayhem, is the fact that you need to stand in line early enough in the day
in the fond hope that you are not No 71. So how early do you come? How do you
know how many fellow travellers will come on any given day? Really tricky. That
morning we had some people who had arrived at 6 am. The doors open at 10 am.
This was worse than applying for the US Visa in the bad old days. HRH the Queen
of Kutch and I turned up at a seemingly respectable 9.30. HRH the Queen of
Kutch was the 37th person. Phew. Now with labour cheap, and being a
feudal community many fat cats had sent their domestics/peons/drivers/travel
agent reps and other similar creatures falling in the Mango People category to
stand in line so that Saab and Mem Saab could saunter in at 1030. You could do
this if you like.
Once the
gates are opened you are allowed in on producing your passport and ticket.
Since I was bodyguard I was allowed in. An announcement was made that people
could have breakfast in the canteen if they were feeling peckish after waiting
from 6 am. The way to the toilets was also kindly shown.
You are
then given a form to fill in, please fill both sides, you are told. The reverse
of the form was most interesting. It warned you in no uncertain terms that you
should not take the Yellow Fever Vaccine if you had/were:
·
Pregnant
·
HIV positive
·
Allergic to egg, chicken or other proteins
·
A weak immune system on account of radiation and so
on
·
Liver or kidney damage
·
Myasthenia Gravis
Reading
this I realised in a flash that Amitabh Bachchan cannot get a Yellow Fever
vaccination – poor chap has Myasthenia. Anyway, the egg allergy had me
intrigued. Our friendly Gujjus are vegetarian along with the Khandelwals, the
Jains and the Ramaswamis. Poor creatures have never had an egg pass their pious
lips! How in God’s name were they to determine if they were allergic to egg or
chicken? I had visions of these poor unknowing creatures collapsing in a heap
with hives on their skin, a swollen tongue, bulging eyes displaying all the
signs of massive anaphylactic shock. Presumably, the Airport Health
Organisation keeps equal measures of anti-histamine shots to revive these
creatures.
You then
pay the fees – 300 for Yellow Fever 100 for Polio or 400 for both – no discount
– and wait. Then at some magical moment you are herded in 3 groups of 10 at a
time to another room where you wait some more.
Then each
group of 10 is taken to yet another room where sit the Doctor and her
assistant. Assistant’s job is to fill 10 syringes with the vaccine and line
them up. Then its vaccination time. Yippee!!! Right handed people get the
vaccination on the left hand and vice versa. Then you go back down to
fill in your certificate.
The
certificate is stamped and signed and handed over to you. Job done. This took
for HRH the Queen of Kutch, from 9.30 to 12 noon. Not that bad. Of course if
you ask someone who had lined up at 6 am, he would have a different tale to
tell.
Now for the
wonders of sorting.
You know
that in most of the civilised world there is a queue. You simply join the end
of it and life goes on. Yes, I accept that your place in the queue may be taken
by your hireling. In India we have clumps – no queues.
When HRH
the Queen of Kutch arrived at 9.30 AM the gates were shut and a straggly queue
was formed with a clump at the head. One gent handed HRH the Queen of Kutch a
foolscap sheet and asked her to enter her name. She was number 37. One thinks
this will be your number for the day.
Nope, we
were wrong. This is India. Let’s fuck it up really well.
The moment
the gates opened the queue disappeared and a big clump formed. Slowly, after a
stupid peon checked your passport and ticket and had a long illogical and
excruciating arguments with non-compliers, you went into and large waiting
area. Here you were made to sit and given the form. The form had a new number
and your seating position corresponded with that form number. So this meant
that the original No 37 that HRH the Queen of Kutch had as well as the No 1 Mr.
6 am had were all rendered meaningless. You now had a new number. Undoubtedly,
this would have been the most equitable system. But who gives a fuck as to what
is fair, certainly not anyone with a modicum of power.
Then, as I
have written earlier, you were herded in 3 groups of 10 to a room. Then, for
some apparently very logical reason, despite you having this new number, all
women were called out and vaccinated before the males on that group of 30!! So
once again the world goes topsy turvy. The men have to wait.
After this
is done you have to fill in your own certificate and give it for stamping. If
you fill your certificate quickly and give it in you will find that yours is on
the bottom of the pile and all those who fill in the certificate later will
have their certificate above you. So once again you are destroyed.
I honestly
wonder why things are so insane. In today’s day and age, surely an online
system can be devised. You book your slot. Pay the fees online and release
slots in lots of 10. I am not a specialist in this but surely there are more
sensible ways to do this. The details given at the time of getting the
appointment could be captured and a certificate generated automatically. You
could easily add in the AADHAR number and the goddamm PAN number for all I
care. The Yellow Fever certificate could become a form of ID. So much is
possible. But we will continue in this absolutely anal, cruel way. People do
travel to Africa for business, to visit relations and on safari. They travel
from all over India. Why can this not become less insane, less terrifying, more
humane and more transparent?
I do not
know why the authorities regard the Yellow Fever vaccination as some sort of
huge benefit that is being taken by people. It is not by any stretch of the
imagination. Come on, no one in his right mind would want to voluntarily take
this vaccination. We do have better things to do. So why all the cloak and
dagger with Passports and tickets. I mean you can easily get a ticket, get the
vaccination and cancel that ticket. I am sure no one does that, unless of
course they have to cancel their trip.
Acche Din?
Of course there are stern warnings.
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