Aveek Bhattacharya recalls his experiences of the naturalisation process, and the farcical ceremony that follows the test:
While politicians like to describe how moving and emotional these ceremonies are, mine was at best a formality, and at worst a bit farcical. Having vowed my loyalty to the country, we reached the stage of proceedings where they play the national anthem. Of course, the registrar’s office doesn’t typically have an orchestra, so we had to make do with a tiny CD player, trying to maintain solemnity and not look each other in the eye. I’m just glad he only insisted on the one verse.