Neither am I a frequent flyer and neither do I wake up wondering which city I am in. But the last four days saw me spend a considerable amount of time at airports. When I travelled to Chennai on work and the other time when I went to drop Baby A to Pune. With a lot of time and nothing to do I began to notice things around me which one normally decides to give a go-by.
Harrowed mothers running behind their high-energy children while their dads sat reading the days newspaper.
Intellectual businessmen typing away busily on their laptops formulating great financial deals. Loud mouthed pot-bellied traders haggling loudy and furiously over their mobile phones.
The whites loitering around as the sea of humanity around burped, farted and belched!
Shoes sqeaking, bags rolling, the constant drone of aircraft engine, firstimers looking totally lost and equally scared.
Kohl lined, primly dressed and made-up air hostesses in red, blue and white with not a hair out of place.
Black, white and brown officious looking pilots briskly walking past.
Yawning, bored and tired security personnal as they whisked, checked and x-rayed a tide of bags and humans.
Bored looking sandwiches soggy and stale waiting to be picked up.
Newspapers and books crisp and white staring out through the glass.
Static over the intercom and announcers with strange accents trying to sound all English.
And me sitting there as all these sounds unified in one big crescendo!
Life is unique and its upto us to find appreciation in the smallest of things rather than to sit around and watch it float by.
