*ding dong*(static) a very alien sounding accent is the next thing I hear on the PA system of the airport as I am checking in the luggage for my fight much to my dismay the lady on the PA system announces that the flight will be delayed by another 1 hour, at least I managed to understand this much from among the language rape of what she thought was English. Cursing the system and the Govt for no reason,rather out of natural instinct, I make my way to the waiting lounge of the airport, I find my self a seat next to a an old gentlemen reading a newspaper, finally THe Count has a place to sit and relax while he waits for the much awaited and abnormally delayed flight.
While sitting I thought to myself,”this place gotta have a wi-fi connection” so I turn on to scan around, I catch a few connections but none seem to be connecting,and I see one connection belonging to a rather famous chocolate cafe, WHICH I COMPLETELY ABHOR, so I try to go all “hacker” on it an start guessing the password for their wifi :p, after maybe 20 unsuccessful attempts and boredom building up I decide against my complete will to go over there and buy my self a smoothie :p (yes I love smoothies don’t judge me I keel you) I get that smoothie ask them the password and start making my way back to the waiting lounge, when I laid my eyes on the lounge this time I froze in my tracks, with an extremely confused look on my face the smoothie straw in my mouth and my mind trying to process what I was looking at.The waiting lounge which 10 mins ago was pretty much empty, I now crawling with people, no crawling is an understatement it was overflowing with people, a tubby bearded fellow with his slippers off an his feet on the seat was sitting talking on the phone in “punjabi” in the loudest voice ever, “your screaming in the mouth piece wont make the listener hear better” you chicken stuffed retard. little children were crying in ear bleeding synchronization like a toddler crying orchestra band, I looked at their moms an I wanted to just unload a clip full of bullets in all of em, then I saw like a group of maybe 15 people of the same family, it looked like they had travelled from a village or some distant rural place an were heading back home, they must have had like 2 dozen hand carry bags with them, then things wrapped together in cloths like bundles, the only things I could picture missing was may be a handful of chickens and a goat or two, just then I spotted a seat to sit near by as I was ruthlessly pushing myself towards it I passed by the rural group, I don’t remember what happened after that cuz I think my memory got erased when I fainted due to the incredibly strong stench of sweat,oil, and god knows what went in my nostrils emanating from the males in that group. My nose hair had burned up, my nostrils wanted to choke themselves to death an I wanted to just kill myself right there and then, I was thinking if we would ever go to war with another country we wouldn’t need WMDs to fight em, we could just release these guys on them, I would bet all the money in the world we would win that war in a matter of mins.
I managed to regain consciousness and pray to God with all my heart and sincerity in faith that not to make me sit next to these people on the plane, I did not want to die this young, alone and a virgin, ;p. As I scanned around I spotted a couple of complete wannabe foreigns who look like they jumped straight out of a hollywood movie, guys with big ass headphones hanging around their necks wearing hoodies/jackets in the middle of the friggin summer, same ol converse which went out of fashion 4 years ago, rapper skull caps an stuff, please kill yourself now, I saw the married couples talking together at times while being completely preoccupied with attending to their kids.
The regular corporates sitting in their suits with their blackberrys and blueberrys glued to their ears, sleek glasses. The “actual” foreigners, the amazingly cute looking british girl wearing a shalwar kameez with her dupatta lightly on her head,looking amazingly simple yet so beautiful…Siiigghhhhhh….sooo beautifulll…….ahem. And the ultra mod desi in her sleeveless tight fighting shirt with her skinnies and pencil heel shoes, makeup done to the very Tip of her eyelash,sitting being the object of everyone’s attention in the lounge…not me obviously I hate plastic girls….seriously.. I would chose that simple British girl in the shalwar kameez anyway over this plastic desi Madonna.
Finally I notice cigeratte smoke emerging from behind me, I remember that the airport was declared as a no smoking zone quite sometime ago soo what kind of a illiterate, retarded numbskull would be smoking, I turn around to find a politician,yes I’m not evening joking, a politician sitting behind me with his shoes off an his socks off an his feet on the seat,smoking, aoh its gets better, Mr.politician left no ettiquettes un turned and kept me entertained with burping occasionally, 5 sec intervals with loud bursts of burps. Soo my assumption of a illiterate numbskull retard was actually correct, I looked towards him nodded in disapproval an disgust,making sure he saw it an I turned around, although I felt like going up to him an punching his face in, but nahh they grow back up.
After I couldn’t take any more of it, the PA system buzzed again and the woman with the “alien” English announced that our flight was ready for boarding, never before in my life I loved to hear these words in retarded English than I did right now. Now it was time for the next adventure “boarding and taking off” but on that I shall wait :). Cheers