The new Kochi airport looks plush - very plush, given the socialist Malayali's restraint to be self effacing when it comes to showing opulence. (Would like to clarify that this reference to plushness is only relative to other airports in Kerala) But with a delayed flight, it also gave the perfect setting for the adage "the more things change, the more they remain the same." Earlier, like a confused desi I had arrived at the domestic departure gate only to be told that my flight to Mumbai will take off from the international terminal. I left the domestic terminal entrance wondering whether this was the airport administration's ploy of showing off their new premises. The delay added more conspiracy to my theory. The extended airport tour, the delay and the unexpected opulence started taking the shine off the mallu dust settling on me, although it was a very short trip to my home state. The dust was mostly collected off the road during the 20 odd hours that
Year round, month round, week round, day round and the second starting now, it is crap all around. Dimensions of this element vary on how much you can see it. From attitudes to beliefs, characters to symbols, everything is being done for something else - often it is not said, and more than often, it is a subterfuge.To unravel the mysteries of this element, as I see it, is the intention of this pastime activity. For an extremely cynical ad executive, the blog world has called out. Crapediem!