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Malaysia to India: Painful

I'm annoyed with the way the shipment of my laptop is being handled. There have been enough delays and now I'm being kept in the dark about the status of shipment.

My laptop was supposed to be delivered by the 6th (revised from 3rd). The grand day has come and gone but my laptop has yet to surface. Dell India shows no interest in conveying me any message and the notorious way logistics is handled in India is not helping matters much. All I've learnt is that my laptop cleared the customs on the 27th of August. What happened after that is anyone's guess!

Here's the funny part: everything was traceable and on time while my Vostro was in Malaysia. All that changed the moment the blessed machine reached Indian shores. Our concept of Space & Time took its toll yet again!
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Sudakshina said…
I can only hope and pray that it reaches you at the earliest!!!
Monday, September 10, 2007 11:44:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Hope is often more important than Oxygen!
Monday, September 10, 2007 1:58:00 PM
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