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No. When I say “difference”, I don’t mean the different look of Ulta Seedha. I mean PTCL.
Also, when I choose the slogan of arguably the most damned organization of Pakistan as the title of this post, I don’t mean it as a compliment to them. I mean it as an ironical device. Because, let’s face it, there is no difference. None whatsoever.
When I closed the public access to this ulta seedha corner about a week ago, I had a quick plan of action in my mind: Create backups. Upgrade to the latest version of WordPress. Upload the newly created theme. Make all those little changes as required. Install the plugins. Brush up the posts and pages. Write a new post. And open the access again. Plain and simple. Shouldn’t have taken more than 48 hours.
Except that PTCL wanted me to feel the difference.
The night I created all the backups, I slept and dreamed of a new version of Ulta Seedha that was smashing. The morning after I woke up and found the phone line gone dead.
“Sir ji, what can we do? The workers are all on strike. It’s been over a month.” A person at the local PTCL exchange office told me when I went there to “complain”.
I sighed and then told him that, strangely, I could still connect to the Internet by using PTCL Broadband. His face lit up, “Acha? You go and do this: There’s a dibbi through which the DSL line connects to your home. Exchange the wire of that dibbi with your regular phone line and it will work!”
I still have no idea what he was talking about.
I didn’t try to locate that miraculous dibbi, though. It turned out that the DSL connection that was running on a dead phone line was of no practical use. It kept on disconnecting after every 5 minutes (with a special consideration for mornings and afternoons, when it disconnected after every 10 minutes), and the only reason that FileZilla, the nifty FTP client that I use, didn’t jump out of the computer to slap me silly on my face, was that it was a piece of soulless software. Otherwise, I am sure it would have refused to work for a master who couldn’t even arrange a stable Internet connection.
Fast forward to seven days after the phone line went dead, and it was still dead. That dibbi person had now started greeting me with a sheepish smile and a sympathetic shrug. Then on the 8th day, he asked me to go and see some Chowdhury sahab.
I found that Chowdhury sahab, a man who didn’t look even remotely like a chowdhury, near the main gate of the PTCL building. He listened to me patiently, and then asked me who had told me to see him. He then motioned me to follow him and entered the complaint office.
The next five minutes were amusing. The way Chowdhury sahab scolded all those guys, including the dibbi person, was a perfect example of an officer gone mad in a Pakistani sarkari office. I did feel sorry for the dibbi person, though — he was always so polite. Within the next 10 minutes, a technician was fiddling through the telephone wires of our home, and the phone line went live. Just like that. I later found out that Chowdhury sahab was the SDO (Sub Divisional Officer, or whatever the hell it stands for).
Now that I think of it, there was a difference that I felt. I had to go to the upper management if I wanted my phone line repaired in the past, and I had to do it again. But this time, I was sent to an officer by one of his own subordinates. Feel the difference, really!
Anyway, feel free to extract a moral out of this story. I am just happy that I managed to do almost 75% of the work I had intended to do for Ulta Seedha. To users of Internet Explorer 7: The new theme will look jittery at some places, I’ll fix it soon. To users of Internet Explorer 6: Stop using it, you are destroying the World Wide Web. To users of Mozilla Firefox: I love you. And if you are one of those rockstars who subscribed to this blog’s feed, please update it to this one [Update: link removed]. (If everything is working fine, the previous feed will automatically redirect, but who knows.)
So this was the story of a different PTCL, and a different Ulta Seedha. Let me know if anything is not working as it should be, and I’ll try to fix it soon. Meanwhile, I’ll also pray that the remaining 25% of the work that I haven’t been able to do remains hidden from the visitors.