modern suspicion-1

         In front of the opulent airport, where you are materialistically belittled, your are able to see the  pictured-exit door and  the world on the other side. You're prepared for the world which very soon you will be experiencing. 

       The lady at the check-in counter presents herself as a generous person smiling atyou and yet quite meticulous with her work.  But the warm comfort you receive from her is soon wasted in the long immigration line; the male official’s meticulous observation of each and every passport seems like an inevitable self-torture he has to put up with and therefore transferring it to us. Yours is stamped and soon you saunter down the carpeted floor with some relief but it is spent on the “padded down” security check -in which every individual has to take off almost everything except trousers and shirt. There is one more security check in which bags have to be opened. You begin to feel that no one trusts the expensive machines they have planted at the entrance gates and the bosses assigned there don’t even trust the competence of his or her staff. 

       First they make you walk through an automatic scanner, and after the most, supposedly, sensitive scanners you are to be frisked with a hand-held scanner, and then you are physically frisked, after these you are to plant yourself in front of some stern-looking person to put back the stuff they made you take out.

     Inside the opulent airport you have to walk few kilometres and to lessen your hardship they give you the option to walk on an electronic walkway walking past tens of check-in gates and when you get to yours you are subjugated to the another “padded down” which is followed by pulling out each and every item in your bag, now you are to stand on a velvet-covered wooden box as though they are mocking your condition and another hand-held metal detector sweeps over your body.

         You may seek a bit of warm comfort after having gone through all these extremely suspicious security checks but the waiting room is a packed place where you can stand leaning against a wall with your pack by your feet. On some corners they have planted computers on their screens displaying the icon of social networking sites. Between the computer stands are the plasma TV sets, the world news is on and you can see the news reader’s face though not a word can be heard. The news reader’s face disappears and the video clip of some massive demonstration in some country is shown. They are hurling whatever they have and the armed soldiers what they usually carry with them, then a man in neat dark suit is seen on the stage standing, now all his neat dark three-piece suit and the matching polished shoes and the round ,smartly made-up face between the white shirt collar and the black hair, pulled to the back exposing the wide forehead, is seen moving. Probably speaking about the hurling of objects and shootings, but you are too tired to move close to the TV set to get the words.

         You only want to get a place to sit so that you can, for a while, lie to myself that no one is around and when you get up a bit recharged you're going to walk through the connecting tube all alone between some warm smiling attendants and again all alone along the aisle to be in a nice swanky couch with some beer. This is the kind of “bon voyage” you want to enjoy before you embark on another new beginning of another phase in unchartered waters. In modern time one is compelled to pay more and yet he is surrounded with suspicion. Suspicion because the manner in which people use their brains hasn’t got further than a primitive man would centuries ago.

        On the plane those well-dressed female attendants with frown on their faces and the gentle-looking male attendants in suits walk up and down the aisle as if they want you to see how good-looking they are. When they are seen pushing the food carts and begin asking each individual the aisle is blocked for more than an hour. So, you just turned your head over the right shoulder looking if they are gone or not, they are still there, one hour after they have given some cheap breakfast which comes with some thin coffee. One and an half hours of holding your bursting kidney is now too much ,so you get up and tell one of the stern ladies that I you need to "take a leak."

To be continued.... ....