This English language !!

 This story is from the mid-nineties, when I was on assignment in Hanoi, Vietnam, and my family had joined me after a few months.

 Our infant son was rapidly growing out of his clothes, and we had decided to buy some new stuff for him. Back in those days there were very few shops that specialised in baby clothes, and even fewer shopkeepers who could understand English. I consulted my office colleagues, and they directed me to a couple of shops near the Hoan Kiem Lake area.

We entered the first shop – their shelves did have a very wide variety of baby clothes. After a bit of searching and trials with my fidgety baby, we settled on a set of clothes that we thought, would last him at least a few months. (A couple of sizes bigger, if you know what I mean…)

 My wife, while checking the fabric, asked the lady shopkeeper, “Is the colour fast ?”

Her instant response was, “Yes, Ma’am, very fast”…. Then her face clouded as she wrestled with the dual target of closing the sale, and satisfying her customer… Then remarked, “No, no, I mean colour is slow… very slow,” and brushed her hand over the clothes slowly, to emphasise the point.  

 We pondered over her statement for a while, then bought the stuff. She packed the clothes in a big plastic bag and assured us once again, “Colour very slow, Ma’am, no worry.”

 Well, she was indeed truthful – the colours never faded in the few months my son wore those clothes, and indeed remained the same long after.

 The colours were slow indeed… I mean, fast. I think they should do something about this English language.

These changes...

 The parting day lends its farewell glow

To everything that is down below;

Were there joys and sorrows in every task ?

Time to reflect, time to ask.

 

Forever, down the stream of time

The sun has ruled, with its rays sublime;

Our lives, our songs, our daily chores

Harvests and festivals, our social mores.

 

Now electric lights have changed the game

Days and nights can be the same;

We have longer hours for work and play –

Totally delinked from night and day.

 

The birds in the trees, they no longer sleep

When the sun, in the west, goes down deep.

Sunflowers in the evening – bright and gay,

And bats fly freely during the day !!

 

Too many changes of fundamental ways,

‘Tis worrisome if each one stays;

We need to re-boot, re-align –

‘Cause Nature’s ways are always divine !!

A business trip – Chicken Lava sandwich and EWEW airport

 Had to travel to Hyderabad the other day… Was shocked at the airport itself, trying to enter. At the entrance they asked if I had the Digi Yatra app and I said no, and they looked with pity at an old man. Then asked me to queue up “there”… “There” was a melee, many folks, all confused, waiting for something. I too, joined them. A young man asked me to step on a pair of shoes painted on the floor, and then viola !! They took a mugshot. Gave me a small slip with a QR code. Asked me to go to a hi-tech gate with Perspex leaves. Another young fellow snatched the slip with the QR code, put it on the reader, and wow !! Another mugshot !! The leaves opened and I was allowed to enter the hallowed terminal.  (I just wonder what could happen, if I had decided to go home after those two mugshots… A red alert across the city ?? I wonder…)

 The rest of the experience was routine – just like in the past. There is this budget airline that always lectures us poor souls on the virtues of being on time but is almost always late by more than fifteen to thirty minutes. This time they had messaged that the flight would be leaving ten minutes early for “operational reasons”, but took off about twenty minutes behind schedule – again for “operational reasons”, I suppose.

Things were OK, till we were in mid-air, when they served me the pre-ordered food. It was supposed to be chicken paprika sandwich. Two bites, and I had molten lava going down my system. They did not serve coffee or tea because of some turbulence; had given me water only, which is not affected by turbulence.

I studied the package. The sandwich contained chicken along with all the reputed spices from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, mixed of course with a host of numbered chemicals. The poor chicken which had given up its life to grace my sandwich never got a chance to make its presence felt amidst that battalion of spices. The coffee came quite a while later, when the pilot decided that we had had enough of turbulence. By that time the chicken molten lava sandwich was almost finished, and I had water running down my eyes and nose… Possibly ears, too – did not check.

In all my decades of air travel, airline food has always been bland, with some sauces added to get a feel of taste. This was a commando operation by a budget airline.

Rajiv Gandhi international Airport at Hyderabad airport is now all snazzy and beautifully done, but designed to make all people passing through it, healthy. Very healthy indeed, by forcing them to walk through its carefully designed halls. We all walked for more than 15 minutes to reach the luggage carousel, hoping that the luggage would have arrived by then, but no !! We had to wait for another thirty minutes or so for that. I have decided to rename RGIA as the EWEW airport (Endless Walk, Endless Wait).

The return leg was not so bad. The security personnel at EWEW airport were much more professional and elegantly graceful in handling an old fellow without the Digi Yatra app.