From the topics that I am writing about, you can be rest assured that this is the LAST ever blogging marathon I am ever going to take part in!
Its too much pressure..
Anyways, so I read this (https://mannbikram.wordpress.com/2013/01/07/airports-flight-hotels-holidaysssss/) on Bikram’s blog, I was reminded of a couple of incidents my Appa told us when he was travelling…
Now Appa has travelled extensively aboard…and has told us many a tales of his travel
A few of them I remember now
Appa was in Iran for a few months and fell in love with the local art and culture there. On the way back, he picked up really tiny dolls made up of ceramic for us to keep in the Golu.
Since those days packing has not reached such heights, he basically put all of them in his veshti and then rounded it off with another veshti and then just made a big ball of the entire thing so that there was no danger of anything breaking.
At the airport, on the way back, he was stopped as he went through the security check…I think in those days, even the check in luggage was checked in front of you. The guy asked him to open the bag since it looked in the X Ray like a huge bomb.
My dad looked at him and explained what they were and said why would he carry a bomb in the open like that
No, you have to open it, the guy said.
Appa tried to convince him a lot but the guy was adamant.
Appa finally told him ‘Fine, you go ahead and open it, but mind you when you finish opening it and checking the dolls, ensure that its packed EXACTLY the same way, otherwise even if one of the dolls break, I will ensure I come back and complain, even if I dont my wife may come back and complain about the dolls breaking :)’
And the guy just let Appa go.
Of course, this was in the early 90s when the security was not so stringent and people just didnt blow away planes left right and centre!
Appa went to the US for the first time. As soon as he reached the migration officer, there was a security guard standing there.
He was a white man really tall, if you see Appa he is a typical Indian, brown skinned, not very tall.
The guard looked at Appa with disdain and asked very very slowly ‘you…..speak….English?’
Appa looked at him for a second and without missing a beat replied ‘Probably better than you do!’
The poor guy was stunned for a second and burst into laughter and Appa joined in!
After writing these two incidents, I think I am going to call up Appa and ask him for more fodder for the marathon 🙂