Hello loyal unicorns. First up I have to apologize. I am a bit behind on my posts simply because the experiences come in fast and furious and it takes time to properly tease out the memory from all the other jumbling incidents of the day. Once a memory is targeted, it is normally followed by me adding a bit of truthiness (TM Stephen Colbert) to it, and then it is regurgitated out on to this blank blogspot canvas.
So... What is happening in real time with @damookman in Delhi. Well, MT and PD flew out last night. This was the last surprise that India would throw at these gentlemen.
As we had different travel dates I had to book their tickets separately. Now most places you can travel with the guests up to the booking counter at the airport and if there are any problems with their check-in and the airline needs to see the card that paid for the tickets, well the other person is right there. Not so straightforward at the International Indira Gandhi airport.
On our way there, our cabbie told us flat-out that I would not be allowed in. This presented a problem as I did not want either of the two to be stranded here and blaming me. A brilliant idea struck me as a cream pie would strike Dean Martin (which I presume it did at some point in his career). I would show them my ticket, count on the guy at security not being observant, and try to weasel my way in. This plan was hailed as brilliant by my chums.
Yeah..... so about the pie that hits one in the face. What happens if it has a hammer just buried beneath the cream? This is about how well the plan went. MT and PD managed to get in just fine. When it came to my turn the guy really scrutinized my Passport/Ticket, and discovered that my hair and my current baldness were not the only thing he disagreed with. In short, he did not allow me in and MT and PD could not get back out. I had to tell them that I would wait out by the entrance, and if there were any issues that they should get a Jet Airways employee to come out and talk to me. MT being the level headed one got it instantly and stated that he would come to the door and give me a signal that everything had worked out well. We came up with a complicated signal with him giving me a thumbs up, and me thanking every god that I could think of in the Indian Pantheon in sign language. Thankfully, after a sphincter clinching 10 minutes, MT appeared at the door way, and gave me his sign. I proceeded to thank about 20 different deities (I had time to remember them) and conveyed the sentiment of safe travels, thanks for coming, and their presence will be sorely missed in a series of frantic use of thumbs, fingers, folded hands and random gesticulation. I am sure they got the gist.
I am taking this day off from touring to make sure that there is nothing that gets in the way of the marriage ceremonies that commence day after. After the marriage ceremonies I am leaving to tour Jaipur and Udaipur. This means that the next two days are going to be quite intense travel wise. After tomorrow, I cannot promise when I can make these posts. They might come all in a hurry depending upon internet access. But before tomorrow, I will try to get all the posts updated.
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