Sitting in the NSCBI Airport, Kolkata, I feel like I fell off in the garbage from a glass house. I have just flew from spotless RGIA at Hyderabad, which have set standards in Indian Aviation Industry. Just read a large banner which reads- 'Modernization of airports with out Privatization', and it seems that there is a conference in the second week of this month in New Delhi. Surprisingly, the hand written and hand woven white cloth banner is replaced by DTP printed rexine cloth. Why not, when Advani finally started his website?
The people are crowded every where in the airport, and there are endless long queues every where. It looks like people from this side of the world are more disciplined, while in other places there will be less chances to exhibit discipline. The queue started in the entrance itself, and near x-ray, check in, security check, Immigration, and on and on.. In every counter, grim faced pawn chewing 'Officers' look at you with a question mark- Why did you come here?
The toilets are stinking, and before I got out of toilet, I got used to. Its very powerful smell, making me impotent to get angry! Immediately after the wedding, we were changing trains at Kolkata railway station on our way to Bihar. The stink is so overwhelming, and my wife collapsed instantly and became un conscious.
After the immigration, there is only one coffee vendor for some 400 people who were exhausted standing in several queues. As I went to have coffee, the vendor is very busy, and along with others I asked again and again for coffee. He was annoyed and told.. one minute sir! Yes, I didn't realize that I have to patiently wait in the queue. The vendor finally placed a paper glass under the automatic vending machine and pressed some button. The he just jumped off and brought a milk packet from the fridge. Keeping his hands every where, he tore off the polythene milk packet with the same hand. While the milk spilled all over, he poured the remaining into the coffee machine.
Meanwhile a girl came and asked for a Tea. He looked at her grudgingly and told that there is no tea. On the other side he put a large spatula into an old sugar can and poured around 50 grams of sugar into a coffee cup. The cup is then put under a steam pipe which made loud noise. Finally, an espresso coffee is made in 660 seconds manually, using an automatic vending machine.
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