Chal Chaiyya Chaiyya 2a ( CCC2a)Well the morning sun has blossomed and we have finally arrived at the Chicago Midway Airport. Midway is one of the best Airports I have ever been to. Despite only catering to the domestic air traffic, it can give a tough competetion to best of the international al airports .
Its an amazing experience to walk through the long automated walkways, surrounded by thick crystal clear glass walls all around and enjoying a breathtaking view of landing and departing planes as if you are standing righ there on the runway.
We reached our designated departure gate and when I looked around , I felt as if I was waiting in the boarding lounge of Chennai international airport savoring hot masala idlis and a cup of fresh filter café with white airy mundu on my waist and “top-button-left-opened” shining bright madras silk shirt over it . Tamil was the lingua franca of the hour. People moving around in Sweat Shirts and Chandan Tilaks on fore head, perfect example of globalization. U name it and I was seeing it in front of me.
It was Madrasis all around me man. For give me for using this word “Madrasi” as for thickhead punju guys like me from Delhi everything below MP is Madras and I and my coming seven generations can never develop those skills of distinguishing an andhrite from a tamilian or a telguite from a mallu chap .They all look same , they all wear same mundus ,they all talk in same dialect that sounds like someone his drumming on coconut shells with all his strength and in all their movies , all their heroes do those same gravity defying acts of stopping heaviest of trains and planes just by staring at them for around 10 seconds.
I read in Discovery of India that intelligent brahmincal Dravidians were pushed to south by the invasion of aggressive Aryans in north and since now they can’t be pushed further , because of risk of getting drowned in Indian ocean , The presence of modern day invaders like Arjun singh and Lalu Prasad Yadavs is now forcing this talent to quietly catch a late night Flight and land up in this holy Land of amreeka . That was the only answer my Logical and analytical brain can churn out at that moment for their presence in such huge numbers there.
So in midst of chaotic sounds of “Ayyeoh , Ille, wander wa” and North Indian gallis from couple of Punjus like me present their , we finally board the plan. One thing that I have observed in all my experience of taking Cheap , no frill airlines is that all Cheap airlines around the world competes to be who will act cheapest to its passenger. Unclean seats, late departures, artistic puke designs, lack of overhead luggage space, U name them and all airlines proudly provide you with all such cheap services. In Amreeka there is one more problem which we don’t see at least now in India. The Problem is airhostess, either they are OPhra Winfrey types or they are 50 years plus trying to act 18 years blondes. So with Madrasis all around me and no American babes to look around I try to doze off. SI is sitting on my next seat and fretting about the third women whom he has proposed last night has been again rejected unaware of the fact the guy sitting peacefully next to him has gone through the same experience some 3O times more .
Well I am woken up from my peaceful slumber by the sounds of the rolling food trolley. I asked Ophra Winfrey Air Hostess for an apple juice instead of Coke she was offering and she looked at me as if I am on a first date with her and asked her to pay the bill. But finally she did came out with a Juice can resulting in a mass movement of ALL desis after me asking for Apple Juice.
From New Jersey to our Final Destination New York, we decided to take the Coach from the Airport. The Bus ride was fabulous, SI with his 32 MB cam Clicking fanatically pics of every pole , red light and building that we were leaving behind on the expressway to New York and me enjoying the scenic pleasures outside.
A Desi couple in front of me are desperately trying to enjoy the freedom a free nation like Amreeka offers and I guess they are leaving no stone unturned to display in public the skills acquired reading Playboys and Pent house during their growing up years in India . .Looking at them and gauging their skills, I guess women must have been a brighter student and more hardworking in acquiring those skills.
And suddenly our bus enters a tunnel and there is complete darkness except for occasional orange colored strikes of big flash lights installed on both the sides of tunnel.
Trust me when I say this tunnel was long. I guess we would have been inside the tunnel for the time big enough for the couple in front of me to bring out their own issue of Penthouse.
But when the bus gradually came out of the tunnel and I looked at my left I fell in love with her, probably the most beautiful city I have ever seen. Yes I was finally in New York and on my left I saw the magnificent New York skyline over the Hudson River stretching as far as my eyes can go. Who says in today’s world “Love at first sight” is a thing of past. My eyes after a very long time fell in love with someone once again. It was her, the New York City.
It was Madrasis all around me man. For give me for using this word “Madrasi” as for thickhead punju guys like me from Delhi everything below MP is Madras and I and my coming seven generations can never develop those skills of distinguishing an andhrite from a tamilian or a telguite from a mallu chap .They all look same , they all wear same mundus ,they all talk in same dialect that sounds like someone his drumming on coconut shells with all his strength and in all their movies , all their heroes do those same gravity defying acts of stopping heaviest of trains and planes just by staring at them for around 10 seconds.
I read in Discovery of India that intelligent brahmincal Dravidians were pushed to south by the invasion of aggressive Aryans in north and since now they can’t be pushed further , because of risk of getting drowned in Indian ocean , The presence of modern day invaders like Arjun singh and Lalu Prasad Yadavs is now forcing this talent to quietly catch a late night Flight and land up in this holy Land of amreeka . That was the only answer my Logical and analytical brain can churn out at that moment for their presence in such huge numbers there.
So in midst of chaotic sounds of “Ayyeoh , Ille, wander wa” and North Indian gallis from couple of Punjus like me present their , we finally board the plan. One thing that I have observed in all my experience of taking Cheap , no frill airlines is that all Cheap airlines around the world competes to be who will act cheapest to its passenger. Unclean seats, late departures, artistic puke designs, lack of overhead luggage space, U name them and all airlines proudly provide you with all such cheap services. In Amreeka there is one more problem which we don’t see at least now in India. The Problem is airhostess, either they are OPhra Winfrey types or they are 50 years plus trying to act 18 years blondes. So with Madrasis all around me and no American babes to look around I try to doze off. SI is sitting on my next seat and fretting about the third women whom he has proposed last night has been again rejected unaware of the fact the guy sitting peacefully next to him has gone through the same experience some 3O times more .
Well I am woken up from my peaceful slumber by the sounds of the rolling food trolley. I asked Ophra Winfrey Air Hostess for an apple juice instead of Coke she was offering and she looked at me as if I am on a first date with her and asked her to pay the bill. But finally she did came out with a Juice can resulting in a mass movement of ALL desis after me asking for Apple Juice.
From New Jersey to our Final Destination New York, we decided to take the Coach from the Airport. The Bus ride was fabulous, SI with his 32 MB cam Clicking fanatically pics of every pole , red light and building that we were leaving behind on the expressway to New York and me enjoying the scenic pleasures outside.
A Desi couple in front of me are desperately trying to enjoy the freedom a free nation like Amreeka offers and I guess they are leaving no stone unturned to display in public the skills acquired reading Playboys and Pent house during their growing up years in India . .Looking at them and gauging their skills, I guess women must have been a brighter student and more hardworking in acquiring those skills.
And suddenly our bus enters a tunnel and there is complete darkness except for occasional orange colored strikes of big flash lights installed on both the sides of tunnel.
Trust me when I say this tunnel was long. I guess we would have been inside the tunnel for the time big enough for the couple in front of me to bring out their own issue of Penthouse.
But when the bus gradually came out of the tunnel and I looked at my left I fell in love with her, probably the most beautiful city I have ever seen. Yes I was finally in New York and on my left I saw the magnificent New York skyline over the Hudson River stretching as far as my eyes can go. Who says in today’s world “Love at first sight” is a thing of past. My eyes after a very long time fell in love with someone once again. It was her, the New York City.
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