Date avec le Destin - Chapter 1

So, I made it to Atlanta... hmmm... yesterday night in typical Rohit style - a reasonable adventure garnished with just the wrong amount of chaos. The transit took a total of 1.75hrs + 16.5hrs+ 9hrs + 8hrs + 9.5hrs ≈ 45 hours!!!. My airport pick-up arrived an hour after I exited the airport, and, when I reached the place I was supposed to stay at, the guys were out for the night (:o), leavin me stranded outside an apartment complex - half way across the world in the crime capital of the country with 60 odd kgs (≈130 lbs) of baggage at 11:00 in the night... woohoo - what did I tell u -> typical Rohit ishtyle ... *sigh*

Anyway, all that apart - why has the procrastinator picked up his pen. It seems our protagonist is in one of those moods where he feels he has to pen down - a landmark chapter in his life. Entry to the UNITED STATES??? - Nooo...touchdown in Paris (one of our protagonist's dream destination for years in a row now).

First thoughts when I could see anything (but clouds) whilst landing in Paris? Why are we landing in the middle of a farm??? At 10,000 feet above sea level all I could see were farms, and to top it all, it seemed we were landing bang in the middle of one!!! So... contrary to expectations there was no 'Eiffel Tower' on the left, no Louvre on the right and definitly no belly dancers welcoming our receipt to their country -- *sigh* . Worse yet, the 'fashion capital' de la monde was filled with women wearing anything from jute bags to the plastic covers we dump back in India. So thats what fashion means... Looks like the FTV is not a comedy channel after all - people actually do wear stuff like that - and to top it all - pay ten times the money we pay for normal clothes on it!!!

OK... I probably am exaggerating a bit, but, you see the average male can't comprehend why fashion should comprise of anything less provocative than, let's say - swimwear. Mathematically speaking,
       fashion = supposed to be appealing -> (1)
       bikini = definitely appealing -> (2)
Using (1) and (2), we have
fashion = definitely bikini

I did try looking around the airport for people wearing table lamps and the sort.. but *sigh*... but, looks like the big guy up there wasn't in a mood to entertain me that much after all :((. Maybe next time a la Paris. In the meanwhile, I leave you with a song that was popular in our ALL BOYS school a long while bk when we were kids. (Tread with caution ... ;))
Wikipedia - Place called France