>first of all , a note to nikhila the director of the five point someone play, am extremely sorry, i could not get my lazy self to write a detailed review of the play. Every time i start i remember the madras players ticket counter and all that i got to type was what people in the blogosphere call Bitching 101.
But i can clearly tell you one thing, the play was far better than what the hindu review said, probably the poor soul did not read the book, but that is no excuse, probably she could not understand that each of the three youngsters rendition was supposed to reflect on their background. well leave it. But special thanks to suderman, else i would not have got in. (machan i owe you one da ;) )
But one thing, the profs were kinda not what the usual profs sound, but for PCR (who is a legend) and ansumani (who again was exceptional), the other profs sounded as if they were from the Victorian era. They are great actors, but they did not sound contemporary.
I am saving the really really long review for jan 28th. i want to watch the play again, and that too in IITM ;).

Now to the post, am doing the sequel to one of prithz post so here goes......

The hall was filled with relieved people. The boarding symbol for the last aeroplane just started flashing and everyone secretly let out a sigh of relief, only a few more minutes and everything will change anew, independence is so near, and in a few more minutes they can officially be free from all the worldly woes. The newly wed husbands leaving to dubai gave their wives a final hug and kiss, their eyes told it all, tomorrow is another day and they will be in another world where they need not do the laundry anymore, where they got to watch that all crucial english premier match on friday night and above all where they could successfully start their second bachelorhood. the wives were equally happy, they no longer needed to wear that awful 6 feet long cloth called saree to satisfy dear mother-in-laws, they could get back to the comforts of their good old jeans, ah bliss!!
There were also those serious looking deputies who came to send their boss of, all of them secretly wishing that the plane crashed so that they can have an extended holiday starting tomorrow. the boss was secretly happy too, after all its been a long time since he visited his mistress at havana.
Then there were the girls who looked at nothing more than their text books through the last two years of their school, secretly hoping to visit every hang out in singapore the day they land( am not kalaichifying anyone here , no offence vani and preethz you 2 are two really good girls). then there are also the parents, yeah only one thought on their minds, ah good riddance !!
And in five more minutes the last of all the flights would have left, the place will be empty again, who cares about the arrival hall, its always crowded , stinks of sweat and has a busy buncha crew cleaning up. The departure terminal requires only one clean per day and then its time to watch and secretly smile to yourself. Long live the departure terminal, who cares about arriving, its the travel that matters.