Observations at the immigration queue !!

When you reach immigration counter after 10 hrs of journey, you want to finish that final hurdle fast and get to your destination.
Now when I reached Heathrow, I saw two different counters
1. British and EU passports and
2. All other passports.

Of course,we lesser mortals ( all other passports ) reluctantly dragged our bodies and luggage towards a serpentine queue . I was just wondering why I was at the end of the queue , then I remembered the time I spent at the washroom searching for my hair brush and then restoring my makeup ..Some people have better sense to use washrooms after the immigration checks..a pointer for next time .

I had some 300 people ahead of me and a nerd of a guy behind me ,he was the only person after me ..and this fella was cursing all the while , sometimes his luggage , sometimes his phone , sometimes the immigrations , sometimes I couldn’t make out whom. And then I started observing people to pass the time, he wasn’t much of a company unless I wanted a lesson on cuss words.

The first person I see when I join this queue every time am there, is a Punjabi lady...This time again she was speaking to anther Punjabi brit and this is the conversation I overheard

Lady1 : Are u in tomorrow ?
Lady2 :Yeaaaaa
Lady1 : cheti ayi fer ( come on time )
Lady2 ..haan haan ..I know

Lady2 comes to lady 1 . Appreciates her thick gold bangles
Lady2: They are niceeee
Lady1 : haan I got them done last time I was in India …Hune gayi si 2 mahine pehle ..

Etc etc ….part Punjabi and part English conversation continued …and then I had to move forward missing their conversation ….. I absolutely love how they switch from perfect Brit accent to perfect Punjabi accent in the same sentence ..:)

Second set of people who attracted my attention were three ladies , In almost identical track suits.From my reliable fashion blog site, I know that it’s a designer one !! So, we have three good looking ladies in pink , blue and red tracks ..Same brand same style, and wearing goggs ( yea inside the airport ) with YSL tribute totes ( similar ones all three of them ) …I don’t know if they do bulk shopping or they like to look like a band whenever travelling , or someone sponsored their trip .

Next I saw a newly wed couple. Gal must be travelling for the first time. she was all excited and the sparkle in her eyes told it all , guy was being a proud guide , feeding her stories in bits and pieces. I smiled at them, they smiled back.

Then there was this cute kid, I had met him in the flight , whenever I ask him anything , he will sing like an opera singer .He must be 3 yrs old or so. He was placed almost parallel to me in the queue so I could bug him as we keep on walking.

Then I saw a Gucci mama, beautiful overcoat, nice pearls, a big rock, and an elegant grey flower clip on her hair .she was elegance and style personified. What a lovely sight!!…at immigration queue ??Never mind the place , she was awesome !

I saw someone wearing a big skirt,I looked up slowly, it wasn’t a girl , he was almost 7 feet tall and this huge guy was wearing a dress and coat ..from a distance it looked like skirt and a blazer …I was staring and so were others. Probably they don’t make pants of that size,or it was more comfortable .Was it ethnic wear or a style statement .I was too tempted to ask ..but then he didn’t have a friendly face ..

As we keep on moving at the surprisingly slow pace , I noticed that out of 22+ counters , we had immigration officers at only 6 0r 7 of them …cant they have more people there to speed up the process ??

There were many Indian students who have been held at immigrations, and were told to wait. I could sense the panic in their faces .what if they had t go back home? How different their state of mind had been when they boarded the plane few hours ago? how things change so fast.

And there were people from various countries , Indians , pakistanis , Chinese , Japanese , Iranians etc etc …It was a good mix of people , that kept me amused for whole 1 hour. Damn u Mr. Murphy !!!

p.s .I am at Uk for 2 weeks and enjoying it so far :)

Sex and the City

I do absolutely love the serial and the movie ...but I am not going to discuss it here...


It just hit me one of these days when my colleague was discussing on the image factor in Office. our ‘sex ‘ is still being judged under the narrow scales of pseudo –morality standards in this city as in any other city .Small or big, metro or retro, IT driven or Business dominated.

She told me not to mention my marital status in office because then things will be different as many people already think I am being unwise in taking control of my life.

I am more professional than anyone else in office and my seniors know that .They judge me on my work and that’s enough for me. I don’t need opinion of Mr. anybody’s of office as to whom to talk and how to dress up. I have been told at least hundred times that I am the best professionally dressed up woman in my office. I can but sympathize with others who just see skirts.


People are too eager to classify and categorize you, if you are wearing skirts, drinking and moving around with guys, you are bad girl, who don’t value culture and religion. I just choose to ignore people with such mentality. I am well over the age when I can choose what to wear and what to drink and whom to hang out with … thanks guys I don’t like things that are free, and that include your advices.

And then people raising an eyebrow every time you mention you live alone …do I need to mention why they do so. Guys! There is much more in life than boyfriends and sex.


It’s another problem to be strong independent women (I would like to keep that face even if I am dying inside). You are heartless and insensitive if you don’t cry and look pathetic. You are a suspect when you are not blaming, and you are arrogant and aloof when you are not publicly washing your dirty laundry .your silence and smile can be your most devious enemies at times. Call me whatever you want to, I smile in public and cry alone.


And I love my life in spite of the odds …