One of the things I love about entering an Indian home is the mingled scents that greet you: fragrant incense from the shrine and the mouth-watering aromas of spices from the kitchen. Garlands of flowers strung over some doorways. Here are what some of the spices look like: Very pretty in the kitchen as you cook with them, as you can see. And the grains are colorful, too. I used to keep glass jars of thegrains on my countertops, but then I needed the work space, so,
back they went behind closed doors.We visited two more homes during our stay. One was to my husband's sister at the home of her youngest son, Madhu, and his family. As mentioned earlier, she keeps busy at three households, as she has a daughter in Bangalore and two sons, Madhu and Vasu, in Chennai.
|My husband's sister, Pattu.|
Like Ashok in Bangalore, Madhu is a tech expert, but he has a multitude of interests, including poetry and homeopathic medicine and acupressure. On our visit, he gave me five exercises to do that help control allergies and boost immunity, among other things. (The allergy ones seem to be working, too!) His daughter,, Maithreyi is a doctor in homeopathic medicine and is now beginning he
|BR: Rohid, Malathi, Maithreyi; FR: Madhu, Pattu, me .|
I just saw this on the Book Bench blog and it struck me funny, hope you enjoy it too.
Good afternoon. This is your pre-boarding announcement for
Flight 505 to Milwaukee. All first-class and business-class passengers,
passengers needing special assistance, and families travelling with small
children may now board the aircraft.
We also invite any Platinum Club, ProTravel Select, Apogee Plus, and Sigma
Alliance cardholders to board at this time.
Thank you for waiting. We now welcome members of Skyline Advantage, Priority
Partners, Front Row Preferred, Exclusa, Summit V.I.P., Head of the Line, A-List
Connections, Imperial Privilege, InCrOwD, Icarus Prime Choice, Top Rank Silk,
and Top Rank Crystal Reserve. You may now board the aircraft.
We appreciate your patience. We now welcome members of Focus^One, Altius
PremierPlan, Silver Platter, Jet Pack Invicta, Above and Beyond, Screaming
Eagle, Canadians of Distinction, e-Go Trip, Express Wishes, Superba/FasTTraKK,
Freedom Rider Élite, ¡Por Supuesto!, The Circle of Enchantment, Hegira, Hegira
Mach Five, Wanderlu$t, Godhead Supreme, Godhead Burnt Offerings, Qomfort Qlub,
MeFirst, MeFirst Deluxe Rewards, Out of My Way, and VelourPass. You may now
board the aircraft.
The rest of you? Beat it.
1. Arrive at the airport ridiculously late and then insist on jumping every queue because your plane is about to leave. Even better, get a luggage trolley and use it as a battering ram.
2. Wait until you get to the very front of the queue at the check-in desk and then suddenly remember half a dozen banned items in your carry-on luggage. Open all your cases and begin re-packing procedures, making sure to spill most of your belongings all over the floor.
3. Get one of those carry on cases with an extra long extendable handle and be sure to hold it behind you at arm’s length where you can be certain of tripping up the most people. This is especially effective in the shopping area.
4. Fill your arms with as many miscellaneous items as you can carry at the duty free shop. When you get to the cash register spend ages fiddling in your purse/wallet until a major queue has built up and then ask if you can pay in a really obscure currency. When you receive a negative answer from the cashier, simply say, “Oh, never mind then,” leave all the items on the counter and walk away dragging your over-sized carry-on bag precariously on its 8 foot handle.
5. On the way to security, stop at Starbucks and order a bucket of whatever coffee suits your fancy. Then try to take it through security. When you are refused entry, insist on standing there holding up the queue until you have drunk the entire thing. After all, you paid for it!
6. Alternatively, stuff your carry-on bag with as many jumbo-sized bottles of shower gel and shampoo as you can carry. When security stop you and refuse to let the items on the plane, offer to go to the bathroom and empty some from each bottle down the toilet until they all only have 100ml. This should get everyone laughing along!
7. Bring along a mobile phone, ipod with leaky earbuds, hand-held games console and any other potentially noisy electrical gadget you can find in your house. Then go to the part of the airport where all the frazzled long-haul transfer passengers are trying to get a couple of hours sleep and turn them all on. If you can listen to a humourous audio book on your headphones and occasionally laugh out loud, not only will it annoy people, it will also make them a little afraid of you, thus ensuring you those coveted empty seats to put all your bags on.
8. Head purposefully towards every travelator and walk onto them with speed. Then immediately stand stock still and put your bags down so that nobody can get past you. At the end of the travelator it is imperative to dither while stepping off the walkway and then immediately stop to extend the handle on your bag, causing a pile up of disgruntled travellers behind you. Then walk off, oblivious to the carnage.
9. About ten minutes before your plane is due to board, randomly stand somewhere close to the embarkation point. This will cause other nervous and sheep-like passengers to stand behind you forming a pointless queue when in reality they could all have stayed in their seats until the flight was actually called.
10. When boarding the aircraft, make sure to take your time putting things in the overhead lockers while everybody else waits behind you in the tiny aisle. If possible, change seats at least twice, moving all your belongings each time, and be sure to smash your enormous hard-edged carry-on case into somebody’s laptop bag in order to make it fit into the compartment, thus damaging their screen. They won’t realise what’s happened until they get to their destination and by that time you’ll be long gone.
The sad thing is that most of these suggestions are drawn from things I’ve really seen at various airports around the world! Feel free to add your own suggestions in the comments below.
Or for some more gentle humour, try these articles by the same author:
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I traveled to Washington, D.C. on business yesterday. I flew in just for the day so I had quite a bit of airport time in a less-than-twenty-four-hour period. We all knw how tiring it is to traverse the airport these days - the undressing, the redressing, the lines, paying for things that once were included or the inability to bring a drink from one side of security to the other and the probability of paying huge fees for one while you wait anxiously for your flight.
But none of this troubled me so much yesterday, despite challenging weather, as an event that happened in a most unlikely place - at least in my experience. Perhaps I'm getting use to the "fun" of traveling these days or perhaps I'm in denial, but other than being tired, the thing that bothered me the most occurred in the restroom. Ah - got your attention!
No sooner did I sit down on the porcelain pedestal to do what one does in this setting when I hear the loud voice of what sounded like a young woman enter the restroom. It wasn't difficult to surmise that she was on her cell phone. People just talk differently on their cell phones - loud and uncensored.
Okay, that seems to be something more and more difficult to avoid these days, but what happened next really shouldn't have happened, especially in a public/semi-public location. The young woman entered the stall next to mine and continued to talk on the phone while she did her business. In a sudden moment, the sense of privacy and respect for boundaries was gone. Call me old-fashioned, but the idea of talking with someone while urinating - or while they're urinating - rates high up on the yuck scale.
Yet, I've even heard stories where people talk on their cell phones while having sex. I hope this is one of those urban myths, but given the blurring of social etiquette boundaries, maybe not.
Perhaps this would be an interesting character point in a story but I strongly suggest that nobody call their editor, agent or other representative in the publishing industry while taking care of such private matters. Some events just shouldn't be done simultaneously despite the drive in society today to multi-task. Besides, often the porcelain pedastal is the only place I get a chance to rest - why would I want to mess with that!