Monthly Archives: December 2013

The plane lands at the London Gatwick Airport.. It is the abt 7 at night in the airport.. The flights always seems to fascinate me.. The uncertain things which u can encounter in a far out land.. Europe has always been mystical and dream to the ordinary Indian.. The Eiffel tower, Leaning tower of Pisa, England the country that ruled us for so many years.. It is all very fascinating .. The enthusiasm just spikes up a bit when we are just planning for a holiday.. The one week of happiness away from the machinery routine called everyday life.. That is what everyone is just bored off. The trips to travel agent, speaking to relative, the buying of clothes as if it is not already enough, the countdown, asking leave to the office, the feel of foreign currency in your hands, the browsing about the history of new lands, it is all great.. Europe, the place which has just been in Hindi movies, Travel and Living and in all your dreams being satisfied is something so exciting.. It is like the first excursion trip..

The people who are so fair skinned.. All the hell with racism.. It is actually people in black skin who are so fond with foreigners.. Case in point an accompanying Malyali family who seem most happy to take photo with all European. So we enter the country which has ruled us for so many years..However there seems no angst from any of the people.. The real thing about all these places is the weather.. The weather seems to be great.. Just arnd 10 to 15 degrees celsius.. Perfect English weather I would say perhaps..

So we assemble at the common meeting point after going through the bio metric scanning and the sense that feels is the eeriness of the airport.. We assemble at the common meeting point and where the tour agent Mr. Dicky Contractor is waiting  for us with his board in hand.. and around ten families stand around him.. The obsession with crowd and being first come first serve.. and that there is not enough for all.. And the concept that you have to come first in everything that you enter.. The anger and looking down on failures.. i think these are unique Indian characteristics.. The fear over other taking your spot.. I think it comes out of over population and crowding out in our country and absence of resources sufficient for all..

He gives us the room key and breakfast coupons.. and we board the bus which stands outside.. Everyone is so eager to ask so many questions to him.. starting from whether his real name is Dicky.. Seriously dicky is not a nice name to keep for anyone nevertheless your own son.. 

So I take the window seat and look outside.. You are a child no matter how many years old you become.. After that I glance outside  as we take the two hour trip from the airport to the hotel which is in Wembley.. The perfection of the drive and the roads and the neatness of the junctions and the signals and obeying of traffic rules and absences of pollution and bikes and  MTC buses..I think night adds to its charms.. The fast racing cars.. the place where Wayne rooney was born does not seem to go away from my mind.. The London.. Financial capital of the world.. When comparing to these cities your perspective completely changes and you now feel that you are sitting in one corner of the world dreaming about all other places.. Your place in the sun..


As we reach the hotel we are told that we would be having our dinner at the nearby restaurant and retire for the day..  We stay near the wembley stadium.. It is just a stones throw away though I wouldn’t throw any stone.. We walk from the hotel to nearby Punjabi restaurant where the dj is rolling out Hindi hits.. Hmm.. Another thing Indians are obsessed with.. Themselves.. 🙂