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Why do we have to wait when technology rules this century? Why do we have to fucking wait in a fucking line, in a passport office and why are they so corrupted?

My family and I went to the passport office today, to get our passports renewed and never did I imagine they'd complicate such an easy process. And the place- it's booming with people, laborers and ladies wearing burkas all stitched up in one line, almost squished to the door and wow the staffs, all this time, I thought I was the laziest person on earth, always delaying on whatever task I'm given but no. There are far slower, lazier persons on earth and all of them work in the passport office of Bangladesh. Shocking as it is, they work smoothly without delay if payed, they speed up when they are handed extra cash. I hated every minute rather I say every fucking hour wasted standing there. They just linger for money. Aren't they payed already for doing this job, why they have to be so greedy?

When the procedure was over and the four of us could get out of that shit hole and get home, I sighed a relief that I don't have to go to that place again anymore not until my passport gets ready. But wow! My dad's one had a slight mistake as he received via sms from them just a moment ago, apparently he has to go through it all over again to fix it. I just feel bad for him. This isn't easy. It's not even suited for his health to stand in line for that long and I am just so pissed off right now. I hate this country, its people, everything about it just sucks.

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