Jan 22, 2010, I was waiting at the Bangalore Airport for a li'l over an hour now, For those of you who know Bangalore, are well aware how many miles it is from the main city. So ya, having rushed through office work, so that I could leave by 5, didn't happen though, somehow managed to get the bus and prepared myself for the 2 hour journey to the airport. I sat there, fumbling with my laptop keys, answering bro's phone a couple of times only to know that the flight had got delayed. Little did I know, that the 15 min delay would stretch to 2 hours..
Instead of reaching the airport at 7..I reached there at 8, thinking that I was the one who was late..but .. there was more in store. The display at the arrival terminal screamed 'Delayed' at me. Alas! another hour to go.
I have always wondered how authors can write 300-400 pages on the same topic. Drama, emotions, romance, tragedy, comedy.. and a book is born..Well, I was in no mood to write a book though..
Anyways, the airport is an emotional place , literally. You get to see a variety of emotions, -- anxious faces, teary eyes, full smiles.. all at the same time. I saw a guy waving off at his love, who had already stepped inside the airport, giving her directions to reach the security check.
On the other side, there were the parents of a newly wedded bride, who had come to bid farewell to the couple, eyes brimming with tears..Some men in business formals all dressed up to attend client meetings, ..kids excited ones, gloomy ones..
The arrival terminal was an all happy site..hugs , embraces ..the feeling of warmth.
In the midst of the crowd, I suddenly was a part of all the emotions. There was a 0.1 % chance that I would know anyone in the crowd, but they all seemed so familiar. I was also one of them, waiting to meet my brother after almost 5 years, expectations , excitement, anxiety..it was all there..
I didn't realize how time flew and the clock finally chimed 9:30..I searched among the faces to look out for the familiar one, broke out into a grin when I spotted him..Its strange how places and situations make us realize that we are all humans..made of the same emotions and feelings..no matter how rich or poor we are, in the end, there is still a heart that beats..
