My trip to the US of A is at last confirmed. Oh, how impatient I’m now – to indulge in all those activities which I love and are not possible in India. Lovely and happening days ahead – I am pretty sure of that! J
I collected my tickets from the travel desk and as I walked back to my cube, I tried to recollect the list of things I am asked to carry for my friends and relatives there.
All what I can think of now are – Sambar powder from Swamy’s for Jaggy, Kuchippudi costumes for Sacramento cousin, Thirupati Balaji’s photo frame and Meera-Bhajans CD for the newly-wed friend, collection of Kalikkudukka for Shalu babe, insulin shots for uncle in Chicago … The list only would get longer!
That is when I was told by somebody that the insulin shots will not be allowed to lounge in the flight unless the person travelling has some related health issue. Oh no… me, a total chocolate and gulab-jamun lover never want to lie to anybody that my blood is diabetically polluted. What if Sugar-God then says, “Tha-thaa-sthu” and it happens?! Sure; I don’t even want to take a chance! However, thinking of my Uncle who is being denied every sweet and also not-so-sweet thing in the world I feel, I definitely should help him in some way!
I rang this uncle’s son to brainstorm and find a solution.
RaPi: Hello… do u realize it is 2:30 in the morning here?
Me: But it is a lovely evening here!:P
RaPi: Now, what do you want?
Me: Apparently, I should go diabetic if I am to carry those insulin shots in the flight. And I am not, touch-wood! So, what do we do?
RaPi: Simple… even if they ask, don’t tell them you have them in your bag.
Me: No… I don’t think I am in favor of lying to the officers!
RaPi: Oh, sorry… I forgot that your dad’s name is ‘Sir. Harishchandra’!
Me: Come on… let us discuss!
RaPi: Indeed; at 2:30 in the middle of my sleep, I am getting too creative to give you ideas. Hmm… alright, do one thing!
Me: What?
RaPi: Get a box of laddu from Anandabhavan and squeeze the insulin babies in between. They will have fun together in the box.
Me: What? Have you gone bonkers?
RaPi: I think it is a fabulous idea; if the officer asks you, you may tell the truth – that they are delicious laddus inside. If at all they open the box to confirm, you still have not lied cos they are actually there!
Me: But it is a lovely evening here!:P
RaPi: Now, what do you want?
Me: Apparently, I should go diabetic if I am to carry those insulin shots in the flight. And I am not, touch-wood! So, what do we do?
RaPi: Simple… even if they ask, don’t tell them you have them in your bag.
Me: No… I don’t think I am in favor of lying to the officers!
RaPi: Oh, sorry… I forgot that your dad’s name is ‘Sir. Harishchandra’!
Me: Come on… let us discuss!
RaPi: Indeed; at 2:30 in the middle of my sleep, I am getting too creative to give you ideas. Hmm… alright, do one thing!
Me: What?
RaPi: Get a box of laddu from Anandabhavan and squeeze the insulin babies in between. They will have fun together in the box.
Me: What? Have you gone bonkers?
RaPi: I think it is a fabulous idea; if the officer asks you, you may tell the truth – that they are delicious laddus inside. If at all they open the box to confirm, you still have not lied cos they are actually there!
Me: Then, what about the insulin? Should I tell him that this is how laddus in India lay eggs?
RaPi: Prevention is better than cure; so wise Indians inject insulin into the laddus before consuming! Wow... this is brilliant!
Me: Bad idea…
RaPi: Alright… you want to make it believable, right? Then, here you go… tell him that you are amnesia-struck big time that you have no idea about what those insulin bottles are doing with the laddus! I know you are quite a drama-queen and will surely do a good job!
Me: Not knowing how to react, I kept quiet.
RaPi: Now, please don’t disturb me; I shall call you tomorrow when it is 3 in the morning in India.
Me: Good Night… Bye.
RaPi: Prevention is better than cure; so wise Indians inject insulin into the laddus before consuming! Wow... this is brilliant!
Me: Bad idea…
RaPi: Alright… you want to make it believable, right? Then, here you go… tell him that you are amnesia-struck big time that you have no idea about what those insulin bottles are doing with the laddus! I know you are quite a drama-queen and will surely do a good job!
Me: Not knowing how to react, I kept quiet.
RaPi: Now, please don’t disturb me; I shall call you tomorrow when it is 3 in the morning in India.
Me: Good Night… Bye.
I hung the call and I am still trying to recall all the advice, ideas and points shared with me …while the phone rang again.
RaPi: Instead of laddus, get a jumbo box of kaju-katli – the spherical ones with silver foil over it… I like them better. And please come soon; I just cannot wait - not for you, but for the kaju-katlis :P
Me: huh?! :x :x
TGIF! Have a great weekend, folks! J
RaPi: Instead of laddus, get a jumbo box of kaju-katli – the spherical ones with silver foil over it… I like them better. And please come soon; I just cannot wait - not for you, but for the kaju-katlis :P
Me: huh?! :x :x
TGIF! Have a great weekend, folks! J