“I am going to write about that trip when we get back”
Will probably be a thought tucked into the minds of many a traveller as they get off the bus/train/plane as they step back to whiff the first senses of familiarity of home or something in that general direction.
This post is brought to you by part ego and part desire to not be the stereotype who commits to nothing at all. The case of giving out the photos is an altogether different matter.
Long story short, we (as a team) were in Mysore (city of Silk, I reckon?) for the weekend to a take a break from everyday proceedings.
But, the devil, as they say, is in the details.
Part 1 is going to be extracts from the onward journey.
Refer picture below (hereafter referred to as Exhibit A) for a look at one of the sample Boarding Passes at the onward journey (Names redacted because Chrome has an awesome extension that lets me do that)
There comes a point for every human being where they look upon things that are about to happen and there is a clear distinction between things that are within and beyond their capacity. All the trouble afterwards comes because of the small errors in drawing the lines.
Now, this theory need not necessarily be applied to events of cosmic significance because, the cosmos takes care of itself.
Of all the things that are not supposed to be done on an international flight, among the top would be to not lose Exhibit A. Although if you’re smuggling something, I’d be more concerned about not getting caught.
Murphy’s law intervenes and we were in the middle of the airport arguing with somebody because one person lost his boarding pass while walking from the tarmac to the security gates.
The second rule is to not piss of the official who happens to be already pissed off about matters concerning national security (probably).
The third is to not probably wear matrix glasses when being questioned by customs but that’s a lighter tale for a different day.
Apologies for sounding mundane, it’s been a long time.
P.S To regulars, the title has not been explained. Ping me if you’re curious.
To one part and to many after it!