Intezaar

I was standing in front of the gate which was throwing off a constant whiff of cold air, not sure if the sole purpose was to keep me cold in the mumbai heat or just to keep off the flies and mosquito or (here comes the real one) just to keep the temperature difference maintained without putting undue pressure on the air conditioning inside. There was a policeman sitting on the chair and his sole duty was to ensure that this door is just a one way track, he was asking all the jovial kids and pareshaan aunties that they will not be allowed in once after they left through that door. There were constant bargains happening at this door by aunties and also the people who had come to recieve their loved (hopefully!!) ones, please I have to take that trolley from my daughter, can you please call my uncle who is standing there. I just now noticed that the doors were automatic and were trying to perform their duty of closing every now and then but to no avail, the flow of humans kept the lid opened forever.

One weird thing was that there were two similar gates for the exit at terminal 1A, obviously the sole purpose is to ensure smooth flow, but then if the driver is standing with placard on one gate and the guest leaves from the other one the whole exercise of pick-up goes for a toss. In order to avoid this the democratically inclined waiting junta had decided to give all the recognition to one gate, if you want to feel important and pretend by reading all the placards that there is someone waiting for you, you must take that particular gate. There was NDTV on TV just above the other deprived gate. I was appreciating the strong financials of Indian corporates and trying to grab the rates from the scrolling red and green arrows depicting the fall and rise respectively of the stock when I noticed a small kid in tattered clothes keeping a vigilant eye towards the floor looking for empty mineral water bottles. He was totally oblivious of the fact that Stock had fallen 200 points on a single day. He then went to the red colored local call booth hanging nearby and just casually sifted hand through the coin holder to look for some leftover coins. He did not get anything, even he must be cursing how careful the folks had become. He left into oblivion only to come back after a 10-15 minute stint.

At Airports,one sees loads of emotional partings and reunions. The saying 'To part and then to meet is a part of life' gets incarnated. I had gone to pick-up a friend at the airport and not to compare the stark red color of each and every Kingfisher's crew (why they only have air hostesses and no stewards or may be I am selectively blind) and think that this one had a brighter dress and tighter hair-dos (u didn't get it, right !!) as I ended up doing for a good one hour. My friend did land up a little later.

P.S.: In bollywood an actor is as good as it's last friday release. Same is the case with blogs, you are judged with what you said last.