"This is the final call for..."

"This is the final call for flight no. blah blah blah (read out as slowly as possible). All passengers are requested to go immediately to gate no.XX where the flight is ready to depart." I doubt if there could be an even more annoying dialogue when your own connecting flight has been delayed for 7 bloody hours. I have been sitting in this waiting lounge for 2 hours now. Another 3 hours to go. After 2 hours of heavy duty shopping (the prefix "window" may be taken for granted) there is nothing much you could do at an airport.


Almost all security guards seemed to move around with a face that said "My dad built this airport when I was 7". And all the cleaners move around as if they were secret agents under cover...raising their eye-brows and moving the mop in very slow zig-zag fashion...as if they are thinking all the time...;)...or expecting something to go wrong any second.

The only good thing that happened today was the short chat with the arab model who was standing near the Jaguar, which is supposed to be the prize of the lucky draw. As I was taking a pic of the Jag, I asked her how much the ticket costed..."50 BHDs" she replied with a sparkling smile. "Go ahead...take one" she said with a tone which said she knew I would nt take one unless given away for free. And I must say she was spot on. 50 BHDs!!! I must be barking mad if I buy one of those.If my maths isn't bad 50 BHDs is somewhere around 85 pounds. 6400 indian rupees!!! That money could be used for something creative or useful instead of being wasted away in lottery.

To add to my irritation the guy sitting near me has just started snoring. I even doubt if he is doing it deliberately to irritate me. I better find another place to sit. "This is the final call for...". Damn.