Any first time flyer is awestruck by the grandeur and magnificence of Indira Gandhi International Airport. The sprawling, state- of- the- art Terminal 3 is a chic, different world altogether. However hard one may try to look confident and act normally, somehow the ‘Alice in Wonderland’ look on face of the person flying for the first time gives away. Finding the check- in counter of your airline from the numerous counters, going through the security check and then racing down to the boarding gate that may be a few kilometers away -the entire exercise can be taxing and intimidating. I am not a frequent flyer yet I can easily identify from the crowd at the airport, the parents who are flying overseas to meet their children. Continue reading “The First Time Flyers”
Missing the Taste of India
It was way back in 1980; I had recently joined a prestigious college in Chandigarh as a lecturer and was staying in the college hostel with the students. On one Sunday evening, I could sense palpable excitement among the girls. I wondered why there was so much of commotion in the corridors. Lo, I found out. The dinner menu of noodles and fried rice! This entire hullabaloo about noodles may sound weird today, but it was the pre-Maggi era when ‘two minutes noodles’ had not invaded Indian kitchens. Even I felt excited, though as a teacher I could hardly show it. Being a small town girl, I had heard about noodles but never tasted. With loads of expectation ,I went to the mess but was in for a disappointment. The taste of noodles was queer and the flavor distinct, certainly not to my liking. That was more than three and a half decades ago. Over a period of time I have developed taste for Chinese food and in fact, now I love it.
An Unceremonious Pack-up
I am not talking about a pack-up announced by a director after a film shooting. It’s about a virtual ‘pack-up’ declared by a doctor in a dental clinic. Continue reading “An Unceremonious Pack-up”
The cheeky puzzle
If Bangalore is the ‘City of Gardens’, Chandigarh has no less a claim to be called the ‘city of parks’ where every open space or stretch of land has been converted aesthetically into a park or a green grassy lawn. Neither is there any dearth of parks in the city nor of the health conscious fitness freaks that can be seen jogging or walking in the gardens. Continue reading “The cheeky puzzle”
The Agonizing Aunty Syndrome
It was well past mid-night, and we were returning home after attending a New Year party in Chandigarh Club. For a change, it was not my husband but I was on the driver’s seat. My husband had taken a drink and we were aware that the police Continue reading “The Agonizing Aunty Syndrome”
