I am possibly the maddest person in the world right now. I landed in Kolkata yesterday to find that all flights to Hyderabad were all booked out, not just for the day but for Sunday and Monday as well! I got a very overpriced ticket for Tuesday, headed to a hotel recommended by a friend, undressed and have just been generally scowling ever since. And with due respect to all Bongs, Kolkata is really not of the places I'm very fond of. I don't think there's anything lovely about it for me to love it.
And why is everyone so amazed that I picked a hotel and not Mizoram house? Why should it be strange that I don't want to be stuck there for 3 days and night? I didn't go to Mizoram house because of the very simple reason that Mizoram house is a shitty dump and I hate it. I can stay there for a night maybe, but 3 days? No frigging way. It's got stained, dirty mattresses, and equally unhygienic looking sheets. And common people like me invariably only end up with some dank corner of the dorm. And last time I was there, we slept on mattresses on the floor. With strangers sprawled all around you breathing down your neck. So I hate it, and I think my hatred is reasonable and justified.
Too mad right now. Will continue later. I have all the time in the world. And I'm going to go find a funner way to kill some of it now.
(And just for the record, I sat next to a huge Sardar army man on my last flight - just to reiterate the fact that when it comes to airplanes, my luck is zilch).
And I feel like laughing now because it's almost funny. I'm sharing a hotel room with a huge double bed with a guy I never knew before. When we got to the hotel, there was only one double room left, and I was too tired to look elsewhere. So here I am, a nice enough hotel room, massive double bed, and a guy I met around 3 PM yesterday haha. But he is a Mizo, and that makes everything okay. Or does it? In any case, I don't give a damn anymore. He sleeps on his side of the bed and I on mine. And all you my gasping friends, you should try it too. I can tell my granchildren some day that grandma liked living wild and that I once spent 3 nights sharing a hotel room and a even a bed with a stranger. While all of you will never have such an interesting story to tell your grandkids and they will forever think you were an old person even when you were young.
Stranger and I are going to see a romantic movie now. hahaha this is sooo funny. The funniness is seeping into the very core of me, and I want to throw my head back and laugh out loud. But you only do that kind of thing with friends. Sigh.
Wish me luck. Or pray that tomorrow just magically becomes the shortest day in the history of the earth.