my life in the West ..

I don't think too much about things that scare me ,worry me and trouble me..that's my way of avoiding trouble..so when the time came for me to leave my dear motherland I was not too worried or troubled...but a little anxious of whether NYPD will throw away my precious huge boxes of pickles and spices and packets of maggi .I had my last Masala Dosa served by the smartly dressed Kingfisher air hostess ,thus on a cold winter night I started my journey across the Oceans.A word of caution of those planning to fly international ..keep your clothes to bare minimum ..yeah bikini would be the right dress for ladies. Every step you take towards the flight you will be asked to strip in the name of security ,after a dozen or odd striping I was so tired I bought a bottle of water ,one sip and I was at the next strip joint and they confiscated by bottle of mineral water ,clever ones ..I was planning to blind the pilot by splashing water on his face and tickling him till he pukes and hijack the flight .
The journey itself was uneventful ..my neighbours Mrs and Mr Sardar never let out a single joke from their huge collection .I bet there was an expectant and ready to laugh look on my face every time I looked at them ,they started snoring as soon as they were seated ..which left me browsing through the movies and falling asleep,thank goodness for the excellent movie collection I got good sleep ,my nose waked me without fail at all meal breaks ,my first experience with different varieties of bread and soft drinks started there .I had no idea how many hours I had slept,time zones were switching quickly ,the light inside the airplane was always dim ,I had no sense of morning ,noon or night ,I couldn't figure out from food either ,I missed Indian food ,it would have been so easy to tell ,Dosa,idly ,sambar : morning .rice ,roti,dal : noon,followed by another meal of rice ,roti ,dal :night
Munching and sleeping I reached my destination.Waited for the luggage ,dragged,pushed and managed to put it onto the trolley and through the customs clearance ,there each of my bags of banana chips,chooda,shev,MTR puliogare mix ,packets of chilli powder,chicken Masala and rest of the food contents were carefully inspected and the verdict pronounced: Not guilty .
Thank you God for letting me and all my packets into this country.Immigration was easy ,I let the guy know that I was the one person who held the solutions for all their businesses.Once I was through all this ...I was let out into the land of Opportunities ...to be contd...