I come back to something I meant to do almost about a year ago...to write about a monumental week...I choose the word "monumental" because its a word Hegel, or perhaps even Nietzsche would have chosen...I did find Nietzsche inspiring, though Hegel was unbearable.
When I finally did get off at the Delhi airport (after being detoured to Singapore, and spending fourteen hours listening to The Doors "Strange Days" (which I found quite coincidental..I was about to enter the strangest days of my life shortly..beautifully strange..)..I also watched "Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest" a number of times on the inflight movie screen..(I happen to find Johnny Depp amusing and entertaining)
As our Jet Airways flight from Singapore touched down in Delhi...the pilot said "To all visitors..Welcome to India..and to all Indians..welcome home"....and it felt good, hearing his words in his very pilot- voice. As I got down, and the crew members (some of whom I had had good conversations with) bid us farewell and a pleasant visit...I was greeted by the thick early-morning Delhi fog.
It was 4 am, and very dark. We passengers climbed aboard a small bus which would take us closer to the terminal. As I got into the bus (it was dark..very dark)...I noticed a small figure of the god Shiva on the driver's dashboard...it had twinkling red and green L.E.D lights all around it...those were, perhaps, the only lights in the whole bus...and all that stood out in the darkness was the tiny figure of Shiva...I would meet him again, later in the trip...and he wouldn't be alone.
The bus took us to inside the airport...where we immediately discovered that one of our luggage pieces had never arrived from Singapore...it immediately set into action a chain of chaotic events..running around from counter to counter, filling numerous forms, and arguing with officials who responded in shrugs and irritated looks. After two hours of that, mom and I finally got out of the airport, and a friend was waiting to take us to their home, where we were greeted with a lovely idli-sambar breakfast, with hot coffee.

More later...there is much to tell..