At the Airport..!!!

Airport, always a fascination for the first-timers, but a state-of-art galaxy of boredom for the others, especially when you are out of books. You curse the place for the void of having any book stores and then you curse yourself for being too lazy to buy one (or cocky for postponing the same). After bidding adieus, getting past the nervy immigration checks, a place where the smallest stare(glare/confused look) from the person across the table could leave you sweating even in the Himalayan temperatures, and a case of clarification in your passport could make each and every pulse beat the loudest noise around (a personal experience and hence the description also an exaggeration to certain extent, ahem..!!! :D), and the security checks, the Herculean task of waiting for the flight begins. You start to have second thoughts on the saying "Its better to wait than to be sorry", coz at some point you feel sorry for waiting, especially when you have to travel with Air India as they have a history of being late. Its just gets worse when its well past your dinner time and the fact that you eat less during your travel days, is just uncalled for. Just a scenario for inspiration, and that came from a small infant, or should I say an army of 5 infants.

As the seconds got slower than a snail, I did nothing more than turn my head in a 210 degree rotation for the last 20 mins. It did get on my muscles, in the form of a sprain. I had to stop. It was then that it started, from the infant sitting very close to my chair, a small-shrieking cry. The mom tried picking it up, but it only got louder and louder, and then it never stopped. Laughter is contagious, but with infants, "crying is contagious". I realized the number of babies around, only after those cries. It was as if an small number, sitting geometrically, at specified positions, so that every person in the section could hear them, resonating together. At first which sounded like a cry of despair from the kids, started to seem a thoroughly planned attack to create anxiety and to annoy each and everyone. And then we saw people gathering around the infants, ladies ofcourse, imparting their wisdom at putting them down, only in vain (At some point there was a teenage girl too, felt like she was taking notes, preparing herself..!!! :D :D). Somehow time started flying by, as this turned out to be a spectacle of curiosity for many and an entertainment piece for me, although the sound was driving me crazy. It then occurred to me their true motive was, to annoy, to suffice their boredom. Taking a piece out of that, I tried a hand at that and the result was quite satisfactory and thoroughly helped me pass 10-15 mins of my useless time. 

So there was this female at a cafeteria inside, giving out real rude responses to people at her place buying out stuff. So she became an obvious target, coz annoying a person who is already annoyed is easy, else you need to think of a new plan to annoy a fresh piece. Anyways, a shop inside the airport, called for turning you solid cash to liquid. I was prepared a bit, but when she said the rate, I backed-off.

Me: Excuse me, can I have a snicker?
Shoplady: That would be Rs.80.
Me (thoughts): (Are you kidding me, Rs.80, for Rs.22 chocolate bar. No ways am buying that. So I just stood there without telling anything)
Shoplady: Here you go.
Me: Now staring from the chocolate bar to the lady.
Shoplady: Yes!
Me: Oh sorry, I meant I wanted tea! (Laughter in my mind...!!!)
Shoplady (with a look of eating me alive and sounding thoroughly rude): That would be Rs.30 and why dont you hand me the cash first this time. (To her helper) Make a tea for him.
Me (Fishing in my purse for the money and waiting till the guy had started preparing tea): On second thought, its already pretty hot out here, please cancel my tea. Thanks. Bye!