transit talk

Mmmm, Delhi. Indira Gandhi International: 10.5hr layover.
Hmmmm.
Flight from our local airport, Jolly Grant, to Delhi was uneventful if a little late. Air India flight 4820. Bumpy and a little reckless but at least we were wreckless AND free snacks: peanuts, water and mango juice.
Leaving security at Jolly Grant airport I got pulled over after my bag went through security. It seems that one rather large jar of aum ka achar (India mango pickles) was causing a stir behind the desk. Hmmm, what to do? Hmmm, finally it is allowed for madam to retain the pickles under question. Very high security there at Jolly Grant, very thorough. They just about saw through my pickle smuggling ring. But alas, me and my pickles made it through. Dangerous item those Indian pickles. Very high security item.
Our flight was late. The boarding and departure time came and went without a word from the P.A. and we, along with a whole team of orange shirted cricketers from Malaysia were left waiting, bored and feeling stranded.
I finally went to ask someone official looking for the 411. I approached two such individuals and the conversation went something like this:
Me: “Yes, I’d like to inquire about this flight?” showing them my boarding pass.
Them: “This flight is delayed madam”
Me, smiling uncontrollably at the obviousness of the previous statement: “hee hee, clearly. What i mean is... do you have any information as to when this flight MIGHT be departing”.
Them: “This flight is 30 minutes late madame”
Me: “Thank you, thank you so much”.

I love these bright little interactions in India.
Nakul and I got some strange looks travelling together in Jolly Grant, but now that we are safely ensconced in Delhi, no one really cares and we are starting to feel free.
Will write soon.
6 more hours of waiting to go......