Tuesday, December 21, 2010

the rush

airports are a funny thing... probably not funny in the laughable sense, but funny in a 'look how much of a little frantic society we seem to have created for ourselves here' sense. why yes, i am planning to get into psychology; however did you guess?

maybe it's just me, but it's so fascinatingly interesting to watch life go by at a mile a minute here without having to indulge in the mad rush yourself. atleast not just yet. everything seems like such a triathlon from the outside: running to your terminal, trying to print your e-ticket at a self-serve counter, moving to another self-serve counter to try printing your e-ticket again since the instructions are always so maddening, cursing at all self-serve counters and vowing death and devastation to all machine while promising to print things at home next time, trudging your too heavy luggage up to the drop-off point all the while trying to maneuver with the one broken wheel on the wobbliest of all suitcases, muttering a prayer under your breath that the luggage is not overweight, finally getting your e-ticket and then realising your gate is in no man's land, hugging and kissing your beloveds before getting patted down and fondled by other not-so-beloveds, rushing to make the connection to make the meeting / wedding / holiday break / fishing trip that you had been planning for three months since. all of that planning reduced to one hour spent bolting from one end of this concrete chest of experiences to the other.

and you really do get a melting pot of personality types here too: people sitting and biding their time, others prepared to leap victoriously in the hopes of being the first ones in line. some trying to squeeze and bundle themselves under their coat in the hopes of catching some z's, and others listening to music on their headphones at an inexplicably loud volume that a four block radius could probably hear them (seriously dude, i can hear you). some people seated alone invariably lost in their thoughts, others happily together in a big group singing birthday wishes to an unknown stranger on their sexy iphone, and still others typing away at their severely-ignored internet blog, hoping to drink in the emotionality of it all...