THEY TOOK AWAY MY PAIR OF TINY SCISSORS

Oh, but I must write about it. As you would know I am obsessed about arriving on time, for any occasion. If I am early for an interview, I while away my time drinking tea or simply look at the world.

Murali is a tad too cool about these matters. He leaves for a meeting, and for a 4 pm appointment he will leave office at 3.35 pm or worse at 3.45 pm. He'll get in and tell the driver that he has about 15 mnts to reach the other end of town. Ironically Murali has high BP!

Though I would like to reach the airport very early, if I am travelling with M, it gets a bt difficult to convince him. The airport has grown, has a lot more to ogle at and I think window shopping to banta hai. Plus he has the lounge pass.

Apart from the number of eating joints which have opened, now at the airport they have extended the gates and that part of the terminal has been further stretched to go beyond the Idli joint which was the last stop earlier. Know this because ours was Gate 17.

We reached the airport way ahead of schedule, meaning for 6.50 am flight we were there at 5.25 am. I like to check in luggage because lifting is a tad difficult with frozen shoulder coming on.

The queue at the Indigo counter was 10 deep, though there was a semblance of movement. Some just-awoken baby-faced employee told us that if we got our luggage tags at the booth, he would send us flying. Promptly we got the tags and I attached them to the luggage. But we continued moving in the queue.

Then when we went to show our ID card once again, we were told that we had to carry our luggage till the gate for we were now late to send it to luggage transfer.

Which was alright because this time my bag was not heavy. And I was already wearing a shiny dupatta for the shaadi and had my earrings on.

Then we moved in for security checkup. With our luggage, hand bags and so on. And we did not get trays to put our luggage. Maybe CISF is striking or they are short in numbers but they take their own sweeeeet time.

Empty trays do not come back and the guy there insists that even suitcases should be kept on a tray. Finally suitcase was checked again becausebI keep a pair of scissors handy. Those small ones with which we cut Amazon packets.

I took a punga with him because this suitcase was supposed to be check in baggage and now some security guy takes away my pair of scissors. All sound and fury only, for the guy did not even blink.

The guys have to remove their belts, laptops, all the wires, watches and so on. And then to keep my humour I just looked at guys redressing. They carry so many small things and it all fits into their front pocket, whereas women need a purse and though it is only filled with small, all important stuff, the bags are heavy.

Anyway by the time the guys finish sporting their belts and so on, it is quite some time. We then had to walk to Gate No 17, which is quite the distance, especially when something has been taken away from you. .

Finally we got chance to dump our suitcases and in my witty way I told the ground staff that the bags had to go to Bangalore and she in turn had the temerity to tell me 'if you were not late, we need not have done this. '

With no breakfast, my humour flew out of window, I huffed and puffed. And then turned with all spirit, did not tumble down the escalator, kept my dignity and walked away.

They woke me up mid snore to ask me what I would like to eat. As if there was a choice. These days only certain flights offer you the famous upma. Otherwise it is either cornflakes with a carton of milk or museli with yoghurt. And before I could eat three spoonfuls in my sleep daze I had to pack the box, clear the table and so on and hence got off the flight in a slightly surly mood. And did not want to stop for a Hatti Kaapi also.

We had breakfast at an unknown small place, teeming with people and I was back to my sunny personality as we entered wedding hall.

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