FOREIGN RETURN....

The fuss begins at the airport itself when they start their loud animated conversations about the contents of their food tiffins. The brash talk leaves no scope for imagination. I, as an innocent bystander, waiting for the plane have to endure their jargon. As I board the flight, I know the contents of most of the tiffins. Maybe their palates cannot savour the international food or maybe they are trying to save up some money. I never ventured to find out so far.

The heaviest luggage is often carried by them in the cabin of the aircraft much to the consternation of the poor air hostesses. They somehow squeeze them and silently mutter curses at them. The motley crowd, then start a mini stroll along the aisle smiling at foreigners who squirm in their seats. They are always attracted to white skin. A seat next to a foreigner is often sought after by them.

As soon as the flight begins, The pandemonium starts with the group chattering loudly about their business woes and sundries.They order free booze from the hostesses like water. They never bother about the discomfort or disturbance caused to the fellow passengers. After sloshing themselves they retire to their seats and snore. Their plane trip has fructified into a success. Sometimes they collect empty miniature whisky bottles as souvenirs.

As soon as the flight is about to land, they start running and rushing to the overhead cabin to secure their luggage and stand near the door. Some people flash their cheap phones and immediately call their near and dear ones stating that they have landed on foreign soil. The decibels are as always sadly loud.

The landing on the foreign shores instantly brings about change in their accent. They imitate accents with their broken English. I fail to understand that despite their accents they gesticulate a lot while conversing with the foreigners.

The shopping ends with a war of words over haggling of the price. Almost everything is converted to their local currency and comparisons made. Such an exercise makes them feel cheated in the end. The retailers frown on seeing them and immediately raise their existing prices to avoid any interaction with them.

It's a sad situation for the image of their country. A small measure of dignity, respect, politeness and courtesy always evades their senses.

The white skin is ogled upon quiet unabashedly by them. A camera keeps on clicking whatever skin is available at sight. These photos are their perversions. The beach is a hot bed for their prolific amateur photography skills. Not a single sun bather is spared by them. They often miss the sights of sunset or sunrise pursuing their weird perversions. Such is the state. The video cameras are constantly on, capturing the sights and sounds of the foreign city. They want to soak in the pleasure. They do not want to miss a thing. They will later invite their neighbours and bore them to death with extended DVD versions of their sojourn.

On the return flight home, They get sloshed and boast about their adventures in the foreign land. The decibels even increase further. They are boisterous and happy.

They have the tag of 'Foreign Return' on their heads.