Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Trip to Phoren-land

An account of my travel to Germany (that was almost 2 months ago... see how punctual I am on my blog!) :-)

Travelling to phoren land requires a huge bit of preparations and I was glad Murphy's law didn't play tricks on me this time. Considering it was my maiden trip abroad, it was surprisingly arranged well by me all alone, without my family there to help me out. Ahem, I had a smug grin on my face and I patted myself - a job well done! :-)

So there I was on the Delhi bound Hyderabad flight. All the last minute calling up relatives and friends was duly completed while waiting at the airport - so much so that my cellphone battery started giving signs of fatigue. I knew it had a few mins of energy left, so I saved the rest for the last and finished all calls by the time I boarded the jet at 2 am at Delhi.

Mumbai aiport in July 1st week was hell! It was a crazy downpour again (that's become a norm every year now) and so flights were getting delayed and cancelled. That ensured that my travel plans were changed to 'via-Delhi' instead of 'via-Mumbai', and there went the chance to meet any my family at the Mumbai airport.

Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi.
Between 11 pm to 3 am this place is a hogwash! A fish market! A place worse than Churchgate station at peak hours! I mean, there were to be thousands of passengers taking hundereds of outbound flights to godforsaken places, and thousands more to see-off these passengers. Add to them the multitude of airport staff, immigration officials, airline staff - u name it! Total chaos all around. A first time traveller can feel totally lost here. In a way this works good for passengers - it makes you go through the check-in and immigration in a jiffy (apart from the wait in the queue) simply because the officials have loads of passengers to clear in a matter of few hours.

To add to the confusion - I was flying Swiss Air (at least thats what my Travel Desk promised, and I could see it on my itinerary and ticket too). But to my suprise, my flight to Zurich was gonna be Air Canada, and then it would be some small-time airline - Cirrus. Nowhere was the name Swiss - just that my tour happened to be connected through Switzerland! The travel agents sure are capable of juggling their hapless passengers around!

The beginning of the flight seemed pathetic, sitting alone on the twin seat. How long could one survive boredom by listening to crap opera songs on the audio channel and flipping pages of 'Cosmopolitan' in French? After a few hours of forced sleep and gorgings on assorted snacks and a glass of Tropicana... the feeling was all numb! The flight was hardly 50% occupied. There was this middle aged Sardaarji on my right - who was luckily the lone guy in a 3-seater, so he stretched out and treated himself to a few hours of blissful sleep. Bored with the magazine I was reading, I looked around...., saw a few more Sikhs on the flight. Proof enough that the flight was headed to Canada! :-)

8 hours later, the flight landed in the Swiss city of Zurich.
If one word is used to describe Zurich Airport, its 'Classy'!. I mean it was my first trip abroad and I was not subjected to an array of airdromes to proudly make this comparison, but I'd heard a lot about these places - praises about Frankfurt, cribs about Charles-de-Gaulle, fascinations about Heathrow... to name a few, and this seemed one of the best!

Conversation with the German gal
It was a 3 hour wait at the airport and it was nice as I spent some time strolling around the gigantic place. While waiting at the lobby, I entered into conversation with a pretty lass sitting on my left. Seemed she too was waiting for the same flight, but I was wrong - which I realized after her revelation. But the most interesting part of the talk was the prelude to it...

"Are you waiting for the Frankfurt flight?", she asked innocently.
"Hmm, actually I'm waiting for the one to Stuttgart." (shucks, couldn't I say something more interesting? That I was Tom Cruise in disguise, and I was shooting for MI4 at Zurich Airport!)
"Oh, well, I think that one's 20 minutes after mine", she replied. "By the way, I'm, Sandra. Sandra Mueller."
"Oh, interesting name! Never heard of someone being called 'Sandra Sandra Mueller'!" (I kicked myself, what stupid sense of humor!!) "My name's Kumar....", I said, stretching out for a handshake.


Surprisingly that comment made Sandra laugh out loud and I knew I was spared... ha ha! That was enough to start up a conversation. She was a student, graduating in arts - history to be precise, and we had an interesting discussion about life in general in Europe, about the liberal arts (me hardly well-informed in this...), and the places to see in Germany! (there are indeed lots of great places around Stuttgart worth visiting - lakes, castles, rivers, forests.... you name it)

Only regret? Me did not take her contacts before bidding adieau (I realized that some time later). And it was not exactly because she was damn attractive, but because she was among the rare Germans who spoke good English. I would soon learn it the hard way in Stuttgart - finding a localite speaking good English is as rare as finding an honest auto-rickshaw driver in Chennai!

Interesting places in the Airport

Camel Smoking Lounge. (notice the tagline 'Tobacco Seriously Damanges Health' below the name on the board. Good na!)
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Swiss Watches Showroom. Awesome collection of the originals - all the best brands.
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As my flight for Stuttgart took-off, the Zurich skyline became clearer. Switzerland seemed all the more beautiful from the sky, and I finally realized what's there with this country that's so attractive and so pleasing to the eyes, especially to our Bollywood directors. By far its one of the most beautiful places on earth! Plans to visit the Swiss Alps are on the cards, so we would surely be having a trip to heaven sooner than later.

Within 20 mins the small aircraft landed at Stuttgart and I was soon filled by the fever of football! It was 9th of July, the day when Italy and France met in the finals of the World Cup.
Jet Lag? What's that....? :-)

Stuttgart is a beautiful city - surrounded by mountains and very green. It felt goooood! :-)

Next post: World Cup finals day! 9 July 2006.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Independence Day

Just back from Independence Day Celebrations.

Actually this was just a gathering in our client office, where we guys sang the national anthem, greeted each other and saw a video which had A R Rehman, the Mangeshkars and all the whos-who of Indian music were together. Very mechanical way of ushering in the new Independent Year but thats the best we could do...

There is something planned by Desis in Stuttgart over the weekend. Hmm, lets see how that shapes up.

I miss my India. More so today....

Monday, August 14, 2006

Othello revisited...

Watched Omkara this weekend. What a movie! Well the rented DVD from the Indian store was a makeshift alternative to watching it on the big-screen, but it was worth it.

I've become a fan of Vishal Bhardwaj. This guy is a genuis. I loved the music in Maachis, loved the way Maqbool was created, but this one surely takes the cake. Its ok with the expletives and all - thats part of hardcore UP lingo. This guy humbly acknowledges the adaptation of Shakespeare, yet goes ahead and deviates the plot where he thinks best - one of them being Amelia killing Iago. Yess, Konkona does a great job here.

Saif rules! With his rustic UP dialect, his consistant limp and his sly grin through his yellow teeth that badly need toothpaste, he is devious, he's hateable, he's brilliant!

The songs penned by Gulzaar and composed by the maestro Vishal himself are haunting and pleasing at the same time. In spite of having the Monday morning blues I was happily humming the title number and thinking about Bips in the raunchy one - 'Beedi'.... Then I was in office again.

Shakespeare would've smiled... :-)

Friday, August 11, 2006

The Click-Happy Traveller - Part II

I'd actually started writing this around a month back - before leaving India. I made a quick trip to Mumbai via Pune over the weekend - end of June. Downpour and all, it was fun - the travelling part of the journey (something rare considering that I was travelling alone) :

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The beautiful Lonavala valley never ceases to amaze me. As far as I can remember, they have remained the same, only giving some way to the recently built Mumbai-Pune expressway, but the beauty still is intact! My this trip to Mumbai happened at the lovely months of monsoon - thats when the valley is at its best. I stood up at the door of the sleeper compartment and breathed-in the weather. A feeling of A-ha, truly!

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Lonavala Valley

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The curvy Train


In the train I was treated to the companionship of an assorted mix of travellers. There was this struggling software guy who was still trying to get a foothold into a well-established IT services company. There was this middle-aged North-Indian, almost avuncular, but still unconvincing in his preachings (you know, the usual crap to youngsters about being something in life and bragging about their sons/daughters/relatives being in some sundry prestigious posts). There was a young guy in his 30s, seemingly clueless but uncannily observant of the happenings inside.

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Light at the end of the tunnel :-)


But the most unforgettable part was a 2 feet tall hurricane, (actually a small kindergarten kid) who was hell-bent upon destroying my shirt and breaking my spectacles! (don't ask me why, I've got no clue) He was in no mood to listen to his mother's instructions/scoldings/shouts but it seemed he had arrived on earth with the sole aim of scandalizing an innocent, unsuspecting train-traveller. That just happened to be yours truly, shucks! (pls see picture below to see how a human-hurricane looks like)

After almost an hour of trying to escape his assaults, I decided to apply my challenged brain for a while. So there I myself became a small child with him, started playing and shouting and tugging at his shirt the same way as he was doing mine, but of course with much less aggression. The people around me thought I'd lost it, but it was fun. I mean, for once a while, its fun to forget that formal you and become the wild 5 year old!

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Hurricanes come in small sizes? Here's one....


Seems with children you can't hope to apply your wits, but then you'd be amazed the way they manage to outwit you... Quite a paradox!

The Two-feet-monster (TFM) was quite an unexplainable creature. Here's why:

Disclaimer: I'm not exactly of the appearance that scares off innocent looking children... And I'm not the kind that mothers use as a weapon saying 'So jaa beta warna woh 6 feet lamba chasme waala ladka aa jaayega!'. In fact I love kids - only the harmless kind... But this kid WAS different. I'm being conservatively judging when I call the kiddo a hurricane!

Shabbily translated from English and sundry gobbleydock...

Me: @Q$#@%^@ Chhu mantarr (hideaously moving a magazine in front of my face and then removing it)
TFM: Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa NAAAAAAAAAAAA YIEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!
Me: Stop crying baccha, look here's a chocolate!
TFM: (Gleaming eyes and all) hmmmm.... (ha ha, I just hoodwinked this guy!)

And then I handed over the piece to him (first mistake)

TFM: (After having smoothly consumed the treat) YIEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! (for crying out loud...)
Me: totally perplexed... what the hell did i do wrong?

After some time TFM decided that no one was paying much attention to him and his mother was sitting and reading some crap housewife magazine, so he was quiet again. (but that was just the lull before the storm)

TFM's Mom: Oh he is missing his papa na... that's why he was crying...
Me: (big big 2nd mistake) So beta, tell me who do you like more? Papa or ma?

That did it! After my innocent and supposedly good-humored inquiry to the child, he started his howling session and did not stop for half an hour! TFM's mom looks at me with a glare that would kill, half-accusing me of creating a rift between her and her husband... and half-blaming me of disturbing the 'shaaant' child...

Me: Sorry aunty, I was just trying to....
TFM's mom: Grrrrrr....!!


Ok, but this misadventure apart, the trip was largely nice and giving nostalgic feelings at times while passing thru the Pune route, the Lonavla valley and then back to Mumbai, the familiar crowded surroundings, the Mumbai air which I had got used to quite some time back.

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Mulund Skyline

Back in Mumbai, its notable how Mulund, a quiet shy suburb has transformed itself. But inspite of giving way to swanky malls (Nirmal Lifestyle and R-Mall) and sky-kissing apartments, it has retained its green demenour. The horizon displays beautiful mountains which are always dipped in clowds during monsoon. There are some odd factories around a few of which have already closed down - and given way to newer construction projects... The good part is - the environment is being given due attention as well. I like that.

Next post.... about life in Deutscheland.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Duetschelanded !

Funny how things seem fine once you get one small thing that you wanted....
But then after that you seem to wonder... what next?

My recent disappearance from blogging was due to my travel plans. Me landed in Germany almost a month back and blame it on the new country and the poor amazed me trying to come to terms with it, have been absent from this web-page.

And now that I did reach here, on the day of the World cup finals, I might as well take my words back in the crib that I'd posted:
http://kumar-palan.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-is-soccer-player.html