How do people get married in Japan? Is it true that they just simply sign some documents to be legally married?
Short answer- Yup, pay a few hundred yen, sign the papers, and you're married.Longer answer - The following starts from the position a foreigner getting married to a Japanese national. The marriage process is the same for two Japanese nationals, minus all the stuff about embassies and passports.A foreigner living legally in Japan can get married to a Japanese national. You must get from your embassy or consulate affidavits certifying that you are legally free to marry. The affidavit is sometimes referred to as a Certificate of Eligibility to Marry (konin yoken gubi shomeisho, 婚姻要件具備証明書). Some embassies have versions in Japanese and some do not. You may need to get a certified translation of the document.The next thing that is necessary is a copy of both people’s Registry of Current Residence (jūminhyō: 住民票). The Japanese national needs to get a copy of their Family Register (kosekitouhon 戸籍謄本). Both can be gotten, for a few hundred yen, at the municipal office where the persons is registered.The next step is to fill out the Application / Notification of Marriage (konin-todoke, 婚姻届). You can get this at the same municipal office at which you get the Registry of Residence. You can fill out the form on the spot or take it home and do so at your leisure.With the filled out Marriage Application, the Registry of Residence, and the Certificate of Eligibility you are almost ready to do the deed. Go to the local municipal office and give the above papers to the person at the Citizen Affairs Office (shimin ka, 市民課). You will also need to hand over your Residence Card (Zairyu Card, 在留カード). You should also bring along your personal seal and, just to be on the safe side, your passports. A few minutes after handing all this over, the civil servant will come back and tell you that they are finished with the paperwork and you are now [legally] married. The entire process is without charge.Should you want some sort of paper saying that you are married you can ask for a certificate or declaration of marriage (Konin Todoke Juri Shomei-sho, 婚姻届受理証明書). This may cost a few hundred yen. I believe that some cities have started giving out, for a nominal fee, a fancier looking marriage certificate. This was not an option when and where I got married.Now the question remains as to whether the marriage in Japan is legally binding in your home country. This will depend on the treaties between the countries involved. This question is best answered by your embassy.Can you do the marriage thing in a city you do not live in? Perhaps, but you will need to get all the paperwork in order before you go to their municipal offices. You will probably have to fill out that city’s Application for Marriage.
What is your craziest US immigration experience?
As many of you know, the process of acquiring a student visa (F-1 visa) to the United States is nerve-racking for Indian families. Having gone through four years of college, graduating with a good GPA along with multiple summer research stints/internships, then applying to several US universities at considerable expense, and finally being rewarded with an acceptance letter from a respected school, Indian students are sometimes rejected from entering the US at the final hurdle—the visa interview at the US embassy.I recall the buildup to my interview four years ago. Many of my friends had theirs scheduled before mine, and they scared the bejeezus out of me recounting their horror show interviews involving scores of questions from grim interviewers with piercing glares boring into their souls trying to catch out any hesitation in their answers, any possible untruths.My parents did what any self-respecting Indian family does before their kid heads to an interview—they took me to a temple. And not just any temple—they took me about 1000 kilometers north of home to the searingly hot city of Baroda, Gujarat, to visit one particular Hanumanji temple (apparently this was our family God in our family temple, goodness knows why, we’re Tamils from Chennai—and I’m an atheist!)So after much prayer and puja, blessings from family members and well-wishes from friends, I stood outside the US embassy on a cloudy, muggy, summer day, shitting my pants under the narrow canopy that automatically opened over the street when it rained (a nice touch there, ‘Murica).My stomach churned as the line slowly moved forward. My heart leaped into my mouth as I passed through the gates, only to be confronted by armed security guards who proceeded to take away anything I had in my pockets—pens, coins, paper, etc.Please don’t take my clothes too, please don’t take my clothes too, I prayed silently.The guard gestured at my jeans. Resigned to my fate, I started to unzip them.“What are you doing?” he asked, amazed. “Just take off your belt and pass through the scanner.”….Finally through the gates, I was taken aback at how simple the next room looked. Then I understood why—it was just a queue room. A room for this damn queue.Half an hour later we passed into the Interview Room. People lined up in front of about a dozen booths, each with a White Man or White Lady inside (must be the Americans, I thought fearfully, please let them understand my accent).The room was air-conditioned. I was sweating.It was large and airy. I gasped for breath.Now I was in front of one of the White Men. He beckoned me forward.He smiled at me evil— no, pleasantly — it was a pleasant smile!“Hi there, how’s your day going?”He greeted me — what do I do? Is this part of the interview? Oh no, I don’t have an answer. Smile. Smiling is good. He won’t hate you if you smile.I smiled. He waited.Oh shit, he asked you a question. Answer it, jackass!“OH IT IS—you’re too loud, dolt—going well”, I whispered.He didn’t hear that last bit, but he nodded as if he did.“May I have your I-20?”“Here it is,” I breathed.He stared down at it for a minute. Then—“So, you’re going to Purdue?”Say yes, don’t say yup. And don’t shout.“YUP!” I shouted.“Ok then, you’re good to go” he said, stamping my passport.“What?” I yelped, staring at him in disbelief.“You’re good to go, sir, your application has been accepted.”You mean after all that stress you didn’t ask me a single question? Not one? Why?? Are you crazy, man? I even lied about my day, it was shitty as hell, you should quiz me on it! Make me grovel for that visa, like the bastards I know you interviewers are!“Good luck with your PhD, Mr.Raman, and enjoy your stay in the United States of America.”“Thank you,” I replied, my throat catching.I was going to America courtesy this senile interviewer. Thank you Hanumanji!
Have you ever laughed when a doctor told you a diagnosis?
Not at the diagnosis itself but getting here has been kind of amusing.A few years back, a doctor looking at a chest x-ray noticed that I had a healed crushed vertebra. I knew that I had hurt my back a year earlier but didn’t realize it was a crushed vertebra. When I told her that I got it lifting a shop-vac into my pickup truck, she was suspicious. As a (then) early 50’s male, I shouldn’t have bones getting crushed for something that innocuous. She ran some tests that showed that I had abnormally low bone density but everything else was fine. She suggested that I see a specialist.After a (long story) while I get to see an hematologist/oncologist. They start doing some measurements of protein in my blood. The value keeps rising. Bone marrow and biopsy tests from my hip shows unusual cells. The doctor says I have Waldenstrom’s macroglobulinemia. But … they keep testing and the protein value roughly stabilizes. It’s too high but not high enough for a definitive Waldenstrom’s diagnosis. I have Monoclonal Globulinemia of Unspecified Significance, MGUS. Treatment is to watch and wait to see if it develops into something more serious.This summer, I crush another vertebra lifting up a computer. MRI scan shows a tumor in the crushed vertebra and the vertebra next to it as well as some other damage. Diagnosis? Multiple myeloma.I get signed up for a clinical study for multiple myeloma. Doctors need to get another bone marrow and biopsy from my hip to baseline my condition before starting treatment. Diagnosis? Not multiple myeloma. It’s Waldenstrom’s.The hematologist wants to have a back specialist take a look. When I see the very experienced back specialist he says that he’s never seen Waldenstrom’s lead to crushed vertebra. Diagnosis? It’s probably multiple myeloma.But, importantly, he says we can’t keep guessing. We need to get a bone marrow and biopsy test from the vertebra to be certain. Result? It’s Waldenstrom’s. Everybody is now in agreement.I know way more about my immune system than I ever expected to know.
What is the best advice your father ever gave you?
I fell in true love in eighth grade or that's what my stupid brain told me back then.I was obsessed with this pretty girl! one grade below. Being a complete nerd, I only stole a few glances. But eventually we got to talking and I confessed my feelings for her, she did the same too.I was elated, I wrote cute notes for her and did a lot of other crap. Now word got around and people started teasing me. Eventually, people crossed a line.I'll skip the details, but I got into a very serious fight, that was blown out of proportion for all the right reasons. They were talking about getting me expelled. It was nasty.My dad was called. He was briefed about everything, I was the talk of the school, Every single teacher who thought of me highly now looked at me with disgust. How could one of the smartest kids in the school do this? I was being made an example of.My dad took me back home after spending an hour in the principal's office. I was expecting an earful and multiple slaps.We reached home, he asked me to get showered, have a good nap and told me he was taking me somewhere. I was scared. But I just listened to him.He took me on his bike in the evening. I had no idea where. But then we hit the market and we stopped at our favourite fried chicken stall. He got me a full plate.Dad: So you've hit the age haven't you, What did you like about her?Me: *silence*Dad: *smiles* You either answer me or you give up the chicken.Me: *Secures the plate* I liked her because she is pretty.Dad: Nothing else? *Chuckles* I figured it might be like that. Now listen here son, you're young, It's fine to have a few crushes, it's normal at this age, I had a phase too, but until you're in college don't act out on them. It rarely lasts. Take it to heart. You are a good kid, you're above all this.I won't stop you once you're in college, it's a good time to get into a relationship, you'll learn a lot about life and yourself.And the most important part. Don't chase women. You're a Man. Let them chase you. You're a good kid, you'll definitely have a girlfriend in college. If she wants to stick with you she'll stick with you. It's pointless to run behind someone. Someday you'll meet a fine Woman who is not just a pretty face. She'll treat you well. Don't hurt yourself in this vicious cycle. Let this girl in school go. If not her, someone better will come into your life when you least expect it. And it doesn't just apply to women :)Me: *mouth wide open*I always thought of my dad as strict, but I realised that day, His eyes glowed bright and warm, but with a twinge of sadness. I realised and learnt a lot that day from a man who has been through it all.Looking back on it, 8 years later, he was right. Sure I went back on his words a few times but it turned out as he said, never worked out. I wish I had realised sooner in life. I wasn't prepared to accept the bare truth. I thought being persistent would get me everything.No. He was right. Always.His predictions were spot on.Including the fact about a fine woman walking into my life when I least expected it. She stormed into mine. :)
If an American citizen is driving to Alaska for a few months of camping, how do you go about bringing firearms through Canada? Assuming they are legal and you have a permit for concealed carry from your home state.
For your transit through Canada, with advance arrangements you can take up to three long guns (rifle or shotgun, but with limitations as to types, magazine capacity, etc.), although my recollection is that they must be carried unloaded and inaccessible to the driver/passengers (in the trunk or in a locked box). There’s a fee to be paid, and it can take time to make the arrangements, so don’t leave it to the last minute.As for handguns, my sense is that it would be far too complicated to make it worth your while, it would be simpler and cheaper to make arrangements to ship them from an FFL in your home town to an FFL near your point of entry into Alaska. For one thing, even if you get permission to take it, it has to be unloaded and locked up at all times. And there are magazine size and other restrictions that could mean that it is prohibited, rather than restricted, and then it will be seized and destroyed (and you tossed in the clink).There are about a dozen or so FFLs in Delta Junction where the Al-Can Highway ends, and a handful in Tok, even before that. A lot of them, though, are probably just individuals, not businesses, so make your arrangements well in advance and make sure they’ll be around when you want to pick up your guns.
Will a pilot land a plane if there is a medical emergency for one passenger?
No. A pilot could not be forced to land for a medical emergency. Landing for a medical issue is at the prerogative of the Captain. This how a medical emergency unfolds:The cockpit chime sounds. The lead flight attendant informs the Captain that a passenger has passed out and is convulsing.The Captain asks if she has queried the passengers to find out if there are any medical professionals on board. She says that we have an OB/GYN physician onboard, and they are attending to the ill passenger.The Captain asks the lead flight attendant to break out the appropriate medical form, and have the physician fill it out. It includes items like age, gender, vital signs, etc.The Captain contacts the appropriate Medical assistance service, such as STAT-MD (About). They are patched in to speak with one of the STAT-MD Emergency physicians, who receives the information about the ill passenger, from the form the onboard physician completed. If necessary, the radio call can be transferred to the cabin, to allow the STAT-MD physician to speak directly to the person providing medical care to the ill passenger.The STAT-MD physician makes the decision as to whether the medical condition of the patient warrants landing short of destination, NOT the attending physician. Let’s assume that the STAT-MD physician recommends landing ASAP.The Captain will now balance the greater safety of the aircraft and passengers against the medical needs of the ill passenger. Assume the flight was from SFO to Denver. The flight was on the western border of Colorado, when the STAT-MD physician advised that landing ASAP was recommended.Will landing in Aspen, Colorado during a blinding snowstorm, be in the best interest of the other passengers, or should they continue to Denver, where the weather is VFR?Make the call.You decided to bypass landing at a nearby mountain airport, and continue to the filed destination, didn’t you? Denver likely has more advanced emergency medical facilities than Aspen, anyway. You also declared a medical emergency to get expedited handling into DEN, and also requested to have emergency medical personnel and equipment standing by at the arrival gate.Good job. Now forget about the medical emergency, and concentrate on the job at hand, a safe and uneventful approach and landing at DEN. The flight attendant makes a PA, and instructs all passengers to please remain seated until the ill passenger is removed from the aircraft. They all shake their heads up and down.The aircraft arrives at the gate, and the door opens. Yes, several ass-hats try and run over the sick passenger, in an attempt to make their tight connection. Not so fast Usain Bolt. A burly cop swats them down. The passenger is loaded into a stretcher, and into an ambulance.Now the passengers are allowed to deplane. Then the Captain gets to spend one hour filling out paperwork. Emergency over.
How do I fill out Form 30 for ownership transfer?
Form 30 for ownership transfer is a very simple self-explanatory document that can filled out easily. You can download this form from the official website of the Regional Transport Office of a concerned state. Once you have downloaded this, you can take a printout of this form and fill out the request details.Part I: This section can be used by the transferor to declare about the sale of his/her vehicle to another party. This section must have details about the transferor’s name, residential address, and the time and date of the ownership transfer. This section must be signed by the transferor.Part II: This section is for the transferee to acknowledge the receipt of the vehicle on the concerned date and time. A section for hypothecation is also provided alongside in case a financier is involved in this transaction.Official Endorsement: This section will be filled by the RTO acknowledging the transfer of vehicle ownership. The transfer of ownership will be registered at the RTO and copies will be provided to the seller as well as the buyer.Once the vehicle ownership transfer is complete, the seller will be free of any responsibilities with regard to the vehicle.