It seems to be the hottest news since the focus shifted from a certain pouty Hollywood actress, in India with her equally famous hubby, and offspring from all over the world.
Delhi is severely handicapped because of the fog that seems to have got everyone in a fever.
The traffic in the city,famous for its snail-pace, just became slower, thanks to the mist and the fog that has gripped the city.
Fights and trains are affected badly.
Sample this: you miss the piping hot parathas that await you on the breakfast table, just so that you can watch that amply-rounded middle, and more importantly, so that you don't miss your scheduled flight.
An hour later, an empty-stomached you reached your destination - the airport, that surprise surprise looks a wee bit too isolated.
A frown on your face, you steer yourself, baggage in tow, to the counter of your preferred airlines.
A red-lipped, kohl-ed PYT looks up at you, trying to manage her face into a practised smile.
After mouthing the customary salutation, she looks at her brightl-painted talons, and utters the dreaded words, "Your flight is delayed by 4 hours."
You barely hear her apologies for the inconvenience caused, brush past the gentleman who has been peering anxiously from over your shoulder, and collapse on the ice-cold bench nearby. (Cussing words optional)
Frowning, you see the scene around you. Several people are in the same bad mood that you are in.
A young mother is trying to smooth her four-year old son's hair, while at the same time,rocks the infant in her arms.
A couple of girls are sipping coffee and looking all around themselves.
A bored-looking businessman is trying to decided whether to read the financial paper in his hand, or work upon his laptop.
An anxious looking young man keeps checking his expensive-looking wristwatch (probably a Rado).
Another is trying to amuse himself with his phone.
After taking in the entire scene, you manage a weak smile, and decide that a nap is just upyour street.
Now if only you had consumed those parathas...
1 comment:
vandana, the scene you have described at the airport is a like a scene from Maniratnam's movie.
Sriyala.
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