Delayed

You watched 'Love Actually' yet? Its an old one. Corny as shit, I know. Watched that one last night in my hotel room. Couldn't sleep. Too much beer.

But the dudes who came up with the line - on finding love in an airport - at the beginning of the movie must be seriously delusional. I might not have the authority to condemn the writer but I most definitely have some authority to talk about airports.

I want to talk about airports. I spend hours at airports. I travel for work. I travel a lot. And it might sound like an uber glamorous thing to some but believe me, traveling and spending hours at airports is nowhere close to being glam and shit. Especially as I write this, my flight is delayed by some fucking three hours. And this throbing headache isn't helping one bit.

Airports are just fucking hostile. Its full of overworked and sleepless flight staff. The humanoid zombie kind. I see fake smiles and the carefully modulated tone so as to not sound irritated. I usually take flights in mornings or late evenings. And I see no fucking love at airports. I see red-eyed tired people, glued on to their berry's or phones with an I.

I see a lot of them floating around in the bookshops but fewer people read books nowadays. I see parking hassles and 10-second goodbyes outside the airports. And I just realised fucking airports are an organized chaos. Flights are usually delayed like a domino effect. And the airline food? Forever fucking unappetizing. Everything is either rushed or delayed.

But just now, as I got out of my cab I saw a guy sending off his girlfriend and amidst the honking and fucking rush hour chaos, they hugged for 30 seconds, and I could have sworn noticing their eyes closed. I guess that must be the remaining fragment of 'Love Actually' that Hugh Grant spoke about in the movie.

Exception from the rule, right there.

But, fuck all! My flights still fucking delayed.

Strong People

I have a few friends and family members who've been through a lot of bullshit in their lives. Cancer stricken kids, financial ruin and all sorts of other shit. And what is amazing is that they are still able to wake up every morning all fine. Having known these people for a long time, I know for sure it isn't denial.

I know denial.

Everyday they were smiling, as if nothing was wrong. I also realise that deep inside, it wasn't the same picture. An that there is pain. But still they smile.

I find these types of people highly inspiring. Their strength is undeniably commendable. If I were to go through a tremendous amount of pain, I’ll think of these people so that I can smile too.

Its good to keep strong people around.

But right now, there's these bills in front of me and I just dont fucking know what to do with them. Not that I don't know. I actually do. Apart from throwing them in the bin, I do know that I need to chalk out a couple of big moolah to fix this. There's also these two letters of demand.

Ahhhh, fuck it.