Everytime I visit my bank, I am surprised by the strangest of sights. Like the security guard who bears a striking resemblance to John Lennon, and even has the round glasses that were a part of Lennon’s appearance. It takes all of my self control to not burst into ‘Yellow Submarine’ everytime I see him. Then there were the two ordinary looking men today who unloaded a bag full of fresh Rs. 1000 notes, all neatly taped together. It again took all of my self control to not cook up a plan inspired from Ocean’s Eleven. The icing on the visit today was the affable bank manager, who insisted over my protests that I jump the line because ‘ladies first’ is the standard rule. Of course, then I check my bank balance and then even a Lennon clone can’t cheer me up.