Kaleidoscope (Nov. 11th, 2010)

And the journey has begun…

I am currently seated at the London Heathrow airport, in a warm little corner, feeling a little calmer after that mozzarella tomato croissant I just paid I don’t know how many pounds for. I needed it.

And now I can actually pen down the thoughts that have been circling in my head for some time now.

I no longer have my cutesy lime green DELL laptop. I have the new chic metallic grey HP. I must say that getting used to the keyboard has not been so bad. As a matter of fact, with my style of typing, I find the HP keyboard to be a better fit. It retaliates the pangs of my fingers with some dignity, and muffles the sound of my rigorous punching. I like it. I can be passionate without disturbing others.

That said, there is still a little hunger left in me somewhere. Had my hunger been completely satisfied, I would have slouched in to a comfortable sleep.

Heathrow. I believe this is my sixth time at this airport, but somehow it manages to look different each time. I always expect brown faces as I enter Heathrow, but I am still amazed by how every other person is “desi.”

So, I am people watching. Looking at people from France, Norway, UK, India, etc etc.. I am listening to the multitude of languages that surround me, deciding which ones I want to speak some day.

In the midst of all this, I am obviously checking out guys. I learned something about myself today. I really really have a thing for FOREIGN guys. Now, you may wonder what foreign means. Foreign means unlike me. I realized that I like certain white guys, I like certain DARK guys, and just WEiRd looking faces.

God help me, for this is dangerous. I now know that while others have called Indian girls exotic, and I believe that that has been, in part, my sex appeal, I too have fallen prey to this exotic mystique trap.

Does the human mind really enjoy mysteries? And to explore that issue further, what happens when that face becomes familiar?

As I head to Bangalore and then to Mysore, I must beware of those mysterious, sexy, down-to-earth, intelligent South Indian guys.

Oh Gosh! AND I LOVE ACCENTS! And I really do love the Indian Accent.

Why oh WHY! WHY are we so attracted to such differences!

Anyway, it is about time for me to check on my flight status.

Peace!


AFTERTHOUGHT

People are beautiful. Their languages are beautiful. Russian, Spanish, French, all of them..! I feel sorry for those people that have very clearly defined guidelines for beauty. Imagine all the different gene combinations at work, working like a kaleidoscope, producing a unique face each time.

Let yourself be surprised. Don’t set your mind for what is beauty. I take this moment to remind myself to carry this over in my understanding of people as well. Don’t expect people to fit the framework you feel is best. Allow yourself to be taken by surprise. Just not too far perhaps ;-)