Yeah, so I’m back at school. For atleast a year more. Lots of things to look forward to, lots to do, and all that.
I had a good flight back, mainly because I made sure to specify my meal preferences and stay awake during mealtimes so that I’m not overlooked when they come by serving the Ind-Veg maincourse. Ideally, a good flight should pass without incident, but turns out you can have an even better flight when things happen, as long as they are not happening to you
So at Immigration in Bangalore, I was stuck in the slowest possible queue there was. I was made repeatedly aware of this fact by the gentleman behind me, who had a flight in twenty minutes, and still had to clear Immigration and Security. Expectedly, he was shifty and whiny. It turned out that the reason for the slowness was this lady who was just not being cleared by the guy at the counter. Ten minutes later, I was at the counter, and the gentleman behind me had long gone as he shifted to another queue.
I saw the lady later and asked her just why had they held her up for so long. She said she was a diabetologist. And the guy at the counter was a diabetic. And kept shoving his prescriptions into her face, asking if she could recommend some tests, and if the medicines he was taking now were fine.
Really now, are people that unprofessional? Bah!
Innanga… anyaayama irukku…
I had to transit at Singapore. Turned out, all the security officers there were bantering away in Tamil. Including this ethnic Chinese woman. No hint of a Chinese accent, no nothing. I was so wide-eyed with wonder, I said “Innanga, anyaayama irukku, Tamizhnaat-lendhu 40 mile thaLLi vaLandha enna vida Tamizhnaatukku sammandhame illandha neenga arumeya Tamizh pesareenga”. [Translated: It's so unfair, you who has no connection with Tamil Nadu speaks better Tamil than me who has been raised 40 miles from TN]. And then added that it’ll be impossible to tell her apart in Chennai. To which this other security officer said ‘Even by her looks?’. To which I replied there should be some or the other opening for a funny motormouth in a Chennai radio station.
On an aside, it was absolutely surprising to see security officers smiling and talking and… laughing!
A couple of eyesores
So right from Singapore till Los Angeles, there was this canoodling couple in the seats behind mine. I wondered why they had two seats, when they were in fact occupying only one. Everywhere. Right from transit at Singapore and Tokyo to Baggage Claim at Los Angeles. Only one seat.
I wouldn’t have noticed ordinarily, but keeping myself from being dehydrated meant a lot of fluids consumed which meant a lot of trips up and down the aisle. And all the sleeping and movie-watching meant my hair’d get messed up and I needed to tie it back each time else I’d get a headache.
You know what pissed me off about the whole thing? I seemed to be running a comb through my hair atleast once every three hours, and not once, not once did I see that lady’s hairdo messed up.
This Wiki article is NOT kidding. NOT.
God Tumhe Shanti De
This Catholic priest was seated next to me for the long leg of my trip. I’m very very very surprised I never brought up religion. And even more surprised that he didn’t, either. Even while mentioning terrorism during the course of the long conversations we had when I was not fast asleep or watching a movie.
Of course, in the last couple of hours he did mention that he was saddened that while the US calls itself a Christian country(?!), its citizens want to take religion out of everywhere, and that it is tragic that you can’t mention Jesus even if it’s a Catholic school you’re teaching in. I uncharacteristically let these observation pass, uncountered.
Hello Kitty World
The whole of Japan (or, rather, Narita Airport) seems to be some weird sort of Hello Kitty kinda world. Everything is ‘cute’, and I mean this in a weirded out sense. It’s like everything is trying to be something else, something cuter, something more likeable. I don’t know what makes me say this, maybe the weird hair colours, or the colours of every packaged product, or the Japanese script, or an overdose of articles like the ones here. Guess it’s the last one.
Anyway. All that action (and dragging along my luggage) has me tired. Should have some calm before the storm, let me hit the pillow.
So a bunch of folks I know at IIMB (and me, sorta) are beginning this new venture.
A blook. (Blog + Book, for the uninitiated)
Except that it’s not going to be written by just one blogger.
Their model is rather…. good, different, hatke – they would like to source content from a lot of bloggers, not just one. And split the royalty among all the bloggers whose work they’ll publish. No kidding, that’s their model.
We discussed this for quite some time till our throats went dry and decided we’d publish only stuff from not-so-big bloggers. Coz otherwise if you go looking for the ‘best’ or ‘most popular’ content on the (Indian) blogosphere, you just end up picking mostly the post of the Big Bloggers, the Blogbrities. Which is totally not cool because, well, most of them are coming out with their own books. And it doesn’t feel like a slice of life, trust me. When you read one-two posts of star bloggers, it feels like they’re everyman… but when you have a whole collection of their posts to read at one go, the whole feel changes.
The slight problem with this seems to be that all the online content the bunch of us are coming across happens to be either from big bloggers or from joke websites and other entities which have copyrights.
So it’d really really really really help if you reading this chip in with links to blogs and blogposts which are worth a read. Please put links to your favourite blogposts here in the comments. Stuff written by your friends, your family, or even some awesome faceless blogger. Or even you. Self-promotion is absolutely accepted here.
Much thanks. We’ll say so in the blook as well.