one night @ the airport

I needed to pick up my dad from Indira Gandhi International (IGI) airport. I'm standing at the arrivals area, and was waiting for quite some time... i noticed that there were 3 types of people who were coming out of the airport.

1. Sikhs (affectionately called Turbanators / Surds / Sardars)
2. Obese people
3. My dad

I swear to Christ, I counted more turbans than luggage.. those that weren't sardars, were being picked up by sardars. I saw enough sardars to cover the surface of the moon twice over.... and the blatant disregard for the rules of the airport!!!!!!!!! theres a sign placed near the fenced area for arrivals that says you need a bloody ticket to enter and these turbaned menaces kept walking in and out of the airport like it was nobody's business...

It seems to me that all the thin people in india leave to go abroad, become HUGE and come back... it was incredible the number of obese people i saw. Forget blades and knives and batteries, these peoples' bellies pose a serious security hazard. Once these people get into the aisle in the plane, you never gonna get past them. you HAVE to sit down and let them pass. Imagine a plane with ten of these massive people.. you'd never be able to stand up, you'd never be able to go to the toilet, and the plane would bank depending on where they stood... what does this remind you of??? a goddamn terrorist attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It seemed to me that every person who stepped out of the airport, fit one of the descriptions above...

Procedure to exit airport:

1. Step outside arrival gate.
2. If sardar -> scratch beard , guffaw.
3. if obese -> get trolley outta the way of the belly.
4. If sardar -> search for entire family.
5. if obese -> search for familiar faces or placard-holding driver.
6. else -> pull out cell phone and stand in the middle of the exit, talking loudly so that the other person needn't use his phone.
7. Look blankly around
8. Walk back into airport.
9. Repeat from step 1 till pick up arrives.

My dad steps out of the airport, wearing a business suit, looks for me and spots me, gives a quick wave and then efficiently pushes his trolley out of the exit. thats it.

With the number of over-burdened trolleys these people carry, its a miracle that to pick up a 7 member sardar family (or one obese person) you need another 7 member party (or one obese person)... why can't these guys be picked up by a single person, saving them car charges?????????? and the only pack of foreigners i saw, had their taxi delayed and were yelling into the cell phone "you fool, hurry up!!!"

By the time, i dodged the numerous pieces of baggage (that were literally raining down), the even more numerous sardars and the obese people and made my way out of the airport..... i was so tired i wouldn't have had a problem if the pope came out of the airport sporting a turban.....