It was around 10.30 a.m, Newark airport was teeming and anxiously waiting for the arrival of flight AI-191 from Chennai via Frankfurt.
I was waiting for my bag of emotions to arrive too..my brother and with him my ties to my homeland..
while waiting being the curious observer and thinker I am..I looked around..
The waiting area was bountiful with life..and the promise of life..
in my life I have never seen such huge crowd of pregnant woman all in one room..
I was wondering what could the reason be?...
then the flight arrived and out came the burst of elderly people..who were very wholeheartedly greeted by waiting people...
most of whom were pregnant waiting with their better halves...most of them seem to be the in laws of the woman..I have always heard the international cold war that goes between a daughter in law and the mother in law,but now I saw a very different aspect ..
there was love..there was so much of acceptance...so much of compassion I remembered the opening scene of Love Actually..Airport arrival and departure are areas that show that there is love all around..
but I questioned my self..is this love..or is this the growing beneficial culture parents as baby sitters?
I will wonder always..people who wait for years giving excuses or not even thinking of getting their parents to enjoy the country they are enjoying all of a sudden find it so conducive to do so?
do the parents realize or are they so blindfolded by the emotions that to them beggars are not choosers...
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Airports can be interesting places. Farewells and arrivals bring out emotions buried deep in the heart amidst the orderliness of mundane existence, where affections are taken for granted.
However, the point about the babysitters is true indeed.Its disturbing how the deepest of human bonds have now become mere tools for satisfying necessities. More disturbing is the fact, when one knows deep down that the overt expressions of "compassion", are actually thinly veiled attempts to "get work done" and mean little actually.
BTW,Nice post and curious observations indeed.
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