The Buffer Time of No Control

6th September 2016

The first smiles of the day!

Do you see the culprit?

Our day went as planned (somewhat), we got out later than we should have and the traffic was not our friend today. But, that happens all the time anyway and we had planned for that (maybe?). Nonetheless, we reached the airport with time to spare. But, the one thing that was at the back of my mind was that I had not weighed in one suitcase. I brushed it aside considering that I had minimized my stuff by a long shot. But, I was wrong. And what ensued was drama, A-Class drama.

(-__-)

I did not suspect the culprit. Isn't that what a true detective at least thinks about? I did not. My trusty guitar case was a massive 12 kilograms! And thus, we easily exceeded the limit allowed. This is where the drama started.

1. They didn't allow us to take some stuff out from the bags that had to go to cargo and transfer it (magically) into our hand baggage (we were carrying less anyway)
2. They said that we had to pay about 270 € for the exceeded weight
3. When they did finally allow us to transfer the weight (raised voices, supervisor, etc.), we still exceeded the limit by a meager amount (3 kilos...)
4. This meager amount could only be accepted by paying about 100 €!
5. This led to more drama and a ticket to the next level in the hierarchy of the airline

This was when I couldn't handle the drama anymore and went to fill in the immigration forms a.k.a I ran away! My parents finally dealt with it after about 20 minutes but they ended up paying the airline the last sum. Our next problem was that we were now very very very late for our flight. Some people from the airline we were travelling in tried (did nothing really) to escort us past the Immigration and Security as quickly as possible (they just kept telling us that we must hurry). The officers in the security check were extremely understanding as they let us pass and get our bags out as soon as possible. We then ran (almost) to the gate where we inevitably found people boarding at a leisurely pace.

Can you feel the sweet-bitterness?

And then, life was ok again, because "I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again dum dum dum dum dum duuuuuum"

10 Million to 100,000 people

Clear skies ahead! Pushing forth, it is like all the sadness is gone, all the worry evaporated just as my flight left the soil of home. "Home is where your heart is", they say; but, I say  that it is where you are yourself the most. I feel the most like myself when I am alone in a foreign environment. I become the person I am, the person I choose to be. And of course, that changes with the environment itself.

(^__^)

We are still in the Indian gravity's grasp

"Books are the best means -- private, discrete, reliable -- of overcoming reality."

A crash here would be sweltering 

Do you spot the linearity in the background? Or are you fooled by the light? We all want to be fooled by the light.

Sunset in DXB

15 hour layover in Duty Free = pretend sleeping

Amid the duststorm my mind is brewing, I feel hope

I wonder if I'll ever go somewhere without last minute worry. I feel like even if I pack in advance (which I didn't) I would still run around because I forgot to put something elementary in. It is sad but funny that every journey has a buffer time of no control.