So many things have happened ... in these two weeks... I am yet to contain eveything that I have absorbed...
After all the practice with the orchestra and the jing bang... I missed the singing event due to the unexpected death news... so I have no strings story to recount...
Death has been ironically responsible for me travelling a circle around India... from
Bangalore to
Delhi and then to
Assam and from there to
Kolkatta and then back to
Bangalore via
Hyderabad...
and the
unscheduled travelling which was reflected in my daily horoscope was an
understatement of the year...
Indian Airlines have improved on the flight pursers... and the food. sevice is definitely better... I would recommend Indian airlines as the airline to fly around...
Jet Airways is still the most expensive having the worst of services... available..
You will get and eclectically sick combination of food when you are swimming in the clouds with your ears unfortunately half blocked with pain and popping horrendously...
Chicken machurian with Raita... ( who invented Raita with Chinese food ?? )
Chicken Makhani with rice and vegetables with Sauce.... ( was in intentional or was it just fluke that the side dishes got swapped)
You will be served tea by a handsome purser 
only to realise that you have not been given a cup and if you have been accidentally provided with a teacup there is no milk, sugar or the stirrer which usually comes along with the food tray... 
The only redeeming factor of
Jet Airways is that there is somewhat a continuous connection to Bangalore from Assam even though it is via
Kolkata and then
Hyderabad. So what if it was almost
5 hours late....
The popping function in my ears had a field day making me absolutely
deaf as a
wombat ( if there is one)... for two days.. BRRRR... and I am still short of hearing to a certain extent...
To explain to people how your loved one died each and every time is as painful as dying a small death everytime...
What might be sympathy for the mass may be just a tiring period for the grieving family on one side and on the other side... it is a welcome relief from breaking down just because you have so many things to attend too... that you forget your loss for a brief period of time...
Rituals though sometimes incomprehensible.. makes a lot of sense when it is implemented...
The best part about death is that it brings a lot of people together and makes you realise that one is not alone.. specially at the end of a wintry day when a bonfire is lit and close relatives and friends huddle around the fire talking and bonding with each other... I think this is the ultimate way of building a strong community... of good will and good thoughts....
When I compare the tragic loss to the loss of the people and families in the recent disaster ... mine seems like a drop in the ocean....
Far away in the hills the disaster of
Tsunami did not make any sense... since they have to cope with internal fallouts of their own... as long as it does not affect them they are not bothered.. ignorance is truly bliss for them...
Bombing and Bandhs and Assam are words that you need to remember to associate with each other always. Life is not normal without long powercuts... planting bombs.. and closing shop... sad but true....
I need a break... maybe a good ride... just by ourselves...
