Mar 24, 2017

TRIP TO INDIA FROM CANADA-QUEBEC 2015 - PART II

Trip to India from Canada-Quebec 2015, Part II

Though after my family travelled to India in 2008 and 2014 there was a plan for me to travel next in 2015 or 2016, but due to low finance I kept postponing but my mother could not postpone her bad health enough so she succumbed on 05 Nov 2015.

(05 Nov 2015 was also last day of Harper in office, is it a coincidence)

She passed away at the age of 78, and I know how she suffered in her last days but I could not help her much out of her agony and sufferings and at the same time another relative of my wife whose son is a US citizen also passed away suddenly at the same time. was it also a coincidence.

So as I received the news that she had left us I started the application for e-Visa, (India introduced e-Visa in June 2015, Coincidence) I was under this impression that she will pull through this time also like she did all those umpteen number of times in her 78 years but this time she could not, because someone was too determined.

The e-Visa took two days to come and there was this special price in British Airways, 930$ for Hyderabad, India, (another coincidence) so I purchased my ticket and prepared a small baggage, which was mostly clothes, to travel to India which I disliked so much in 2010, but this was an obligation of a son who could not keep his promise that she will come and live with him in Canada, I tried for her Visa two times and all the two times there was no response from the Canadian immigration in India, they don't tell you it is rejected or cleared, they keep you in a limbo for such a long time that you loose interest and stop communicating, and since 2005 due to low income we were not eligible to apply for the parents super visa.(Minimum 52,000 per year income is required for a family of four to support a single parent with advance purchase of minimum 100,000$ medical insurance for visitors to Canada)

On the day of my travel I started to feel dizzy and was barely able to open my eyes and walk straight so I planned to cancel my trip and informed my sister that I might not be travelling due to bad health, and then I went to a doctor in Physimed on Auto route 40 in Saint Laurent, Quebec, :-) I waited in the lobby barely able to sit, and there was this white sloppy guy sitting next to me talking on his cell phone, "Oh! there you are struggling and here he is having a great game going", and then he left, and then there was this Jewish doctor took my file and sat on it for hours and kept calling all others, the receptionist said I am helpless he already took your file, but in the end he called me with a smile and asked how can I help you, I told him my head is spinning, (remember this "head is spinning")
:-) and he asks me to raise my hands etc, and writes vertigo and after my insistence prescribes blood test, otherwise it is very difficult to get an prescription from doctors in Canada-Quebec, particularly Jewish doctors. :-) I knew they were misers but this.

When I came back to my home I started to feel better, then I thought may be I can still travel and I postponed my ticket to 11 Nov 2015, British Airways via London Heathrow, for 1130$, the price went up, and I did not tell anyone in India that I was travelling, and I took precautionary Insurance for half a million, because in 2015 few flights here and there were  running off the runaway and falling apart, so I thought If anything like that happens due to our over jealous intelligent friends, :-) at least my family will not miss me, because half a million in Canada is a lot.

At the Montreal airport 5 PM, 11th Nov 2015, I was asked for the Visa for India, and when I gave the lady in the counter the e-Visa, which was an email printed on an ordinary paper she had a question mark on her beautiful face, :-) she said,"I know Indian Visa is for 6 months and it is a sticker", I told her this is a new Visa started only recently by India, but she was not convinced and walked inside to get it verified and after few minutes she came back convinced and informed me that it was a valid Visa, I was thankful to her. :-))

So I had little money like always, so I wanted to convert 40$ CAD to USD or Pound in case I need it in London for lunch or snacks, so I missed the currency exchange kiosk which was right in the first corner but I turned left and walked all the way to the end of the airport and then I saw a Spanish guy in traffic operators clothes, I asked him for currency exchange kiosk, he directed me to it and asked me where I was going, I told him India, he asked me by which airline, I said British Airways, he said you should have travelled by Air France via Paris, ( Nov 13 Friday, Paris was attacked where 130 people have died), he insisted no no no, you should have travelled by Air France, I told him British Airways was cheaper, he walked away. :-)

Question; Do you think that was a coincidence that the guy in traffic operators dress asked me to travel by Air France on 11th Nov 2015. :-)

I walked back to the center of the airport and found the kiosk but there was a lady waiting on the side, the moment she saw me she jumped in front of me and gave few hundreds of CAD$ for exchange in to some African currency and she got a truck load of some African currency and I also got mine  exchanged into USD.

Question: Why was the women waiting to jump in front of me, she could have just walked as there was no one there, not another coincidence.

I took my USD and walked back to the British Airways gate and waited there for boarding staff to arrive and they did in their own sweet time, the moment I walked into the aircraft an old lady with a white hair walked in front of me and took the aisle seat in the same row as mine, I took my window seat and there was this empty seat between us, I felt my mother was occupying it because there was this desire to travel with her by air she could never travel by air.

I gave a serious look and she also gave me a cold look, and then lunch time, I was served my Asian Vegetarian meals first, and I was surprised but I did not show it, I started to eat and it was ok, then by the time I finished rest of the passengers were served, and then the time passed with water and orange juice which was served now and then, I felt the flight was too narrow and congested compared to Lufthansa flight and the seats were much smaller and crammed, very difficult to move around on your buttocks, :-) but as there was an empty seat next to me it was ok.

The severe pain in my lower spine started very early and it kept growing all the way till London, and I kept shifting to avoid it grow in one spot, but it is 7 hours flight in a crammed seat with a white cold lady in the aisle seat. :-) nothing can be more uncomfortable then that.

As we reached London, one of the male attendant came to me and asked, "Can you keep your bag properly under the seat, sir", and then he repeated it, to that, the cold white old women raised her eyebrows and looked at me like she was saying, be careful this is London. :-))

The flight was parked on the tarmac and people were taken in buses to the terminal number 5, and there were many Indians travelling to Hyderabad and other cities in India, but I hardly knew anyone, after everyone got down the cold white old women was getting down slowly, I saw her last time from the bus window.

So in terminal number 5, we took the stairs and passed through the customs, it was pretty fast and organized for such a big airport and the small metro was impressive, and I had to wait 6 hours for my next flight to Hyderabad, India, and the telescreen would tell you an hour before your departure which section, A, B OR C of terminal 5, though it is pretty fast to travel between A,B and C sections of terminal 5, and through out that waiting time I had the severe pain in my lower spine and a man and women would follow me and sit in front of me and hold hands, cuddle and touch each other, I moved away from them many many times to find a secluded seat to nurse my aching lower spine but there was hardly any place, and where ever I went suddenly some people would stand in front and behind me, so I moved away and could not purchase anything to eat, and the seats were hard and limited, few were occupied by sleeping people, and where ever I sat immediately a women with cleaning equipment would start cleaning the floor and walls around me, :-) so I kept moving around.

So it was section A, and we were taken in a bus same Bengaluru style, (2010) and the flight was again a narrow tube with all people from my home state of Telangana or Andra Pradesh, I had my window seat and a 60 year old Telugu women from USA took the middle and another one from US took the aisle seat, it was a terrible 10 hours long flight in that crammed small seat, and the women next to me was coughing, sneezing, and eating tablets after tablets not able to sit she too had some sort of lower spine pain so she got up frequently and walked in the aisle and while doing this she elbowed me many times due to small space. :-) I guess cattle are supposed to hit each other like that.

I felt I was in cattle class, Lufthansa still felt like economy, but this one was British style cattle class.



But the meals were like Andra style, mango pickle, rice, etc. and the entire flight smelled of mango pickle, and the air hostess ladies sprayed perfume many many times, :-) and they kept the water and juice flowing but not like Lufthansa, and in the end I requested an air hostess in red lipstick for water, she ignored me like she was kind of running for an emergency, :-)

I complained to British Airways about this experience, the response was from an Indian guy working for British Airways. :-) it read thanks for the comments.

After 10 hours finally the Hyderabad shamshabad international new airport was visible in the map, and it took few more restless minutes and we were disembarking the terrible British Airways flight, and the air hostess ladies sprayed perfume for one last time, it was early morning and I stood in the general queue for customs clearance and I was told there is a special counter for e-Visa, and only a family of four with three kids waited in that counter but each one was taken pictures and finger prints that took some time, and the Indian guy in the counter asked me to approach, I showed him my Canadian passport and e-Visa, and he took my finger prints some 10 times and picture and let me go with a remark, "We can do only this", and I left looking for our luggage and on asking some staff, I found them piled up in one corner like trash.

I got my USD exchanged to Indian rupees at a very high rate, but you need Indian rupees for the taxi which is around 1500 Rs from Shamshabad airport to Secunderabad.

I took my bag and walked towards the exit, then I asked few people in an information counter for telephone booth, they told me it is outside, but I could not find, and then scores of coolies pounced on me to take me to a taxi.

The airport smelled of some bad smell, it reeked of it everywhere, and the airport is not being managed or maintained properly, I felt I was not coming out of an international airport but from Secunderabad railway station. :-))

There was none who took my declaration slip, there was two cops outside who directed me on my inquiry to the Pushpak Vimanam, a bus that runs frequently from Secunderabad Jubilee bus stand to Shamshabad airport and back through three different routes and charges some 300 Rs ( 5$ USD) and it is pretty fast but very dusty, and the driver was in tatters.

I called my sister from an auto, I used  the auto drivers cell phone and she could not recognize me and asked me who I was, :-) I told her it is me I finally came, she was surprised and sent my brother-in-law to fetch me, but I took an auto which came while I was waiting on the empty street early morning near Sangeet theatre, once that theatre was my main spot every Sunday evening but now it is gone.

The air was full of disrespect and awkwardness, once a city where my father and mother lived appeared lifeless and enemy like, I felt I had nothing to do with it any more, like something was not right, I followed all the rituals as it was an obligation and there was this chicken in the cremation grounds which kept jumping with a loud, pak pak pekak, pak pak pekak, pak pak pekak, some brown coward was fingering it with a laser or something and it finally flew on to the top of a tree and sat there with slow pak pak pak pak pak pekak.

Few street dogs were very mad and kept barking at me while I cleaned the small cement grave of my father, which I got constructed in 1999 against the will of all those unrelated, :- ) a crow kept cawing on top of a tree near it, and the cowardly brown bastards were also watching because they made arrangements in the cemetery with all their illegal surveillance gadgets, so I could not cry freely on my mothers death, because that would have given some happiness to these cowardly bastards both in Canada-Quebec and India and I would not have tolerated that in that situation of high emotions.

I wanted to see the piece of land my wife had purchased in remote shadnagar about 20 kms from the Shamshabad airport, but it was like a wild goose chase, and finally when we reached the small hamlet of Lambadi's there were some unplotted land which matched the description of the registration papers, and the brown cowards played the game of barbie and the jerk, some nonsense.

In that situation also the brown bastards in India continued with their racial profiling for their white masters, and they used few relatives for that, and I kept my calm and sense of humour, and after few purchases I left India on 23 Nov 2015 by British Airways.

In a hurry I was dropped by my brother-in-law in his borrowed white swift car, and he left in a hurry early morning 4 am, :-) probably he had to report to his masters who must have been asking for minute by minute report, :-) I have seen so many people with such low integrity, for few dollars and rupees they sold their soul, :-) and again the posse of policemen, I guess this is the way of life in new India now, :-) every where policemen in khaki dress, they would do nothing stupid but why so many like from the movie Don, :-).

As I searched for a currency exchange kiosk, someone from the airport walked past me, on inquiry he directed me to the kiosk and the moment I reached it, a women came and stood nearby, this is a  Bitch from hell style of informing that time to change your plan from a to b or something else like a marker, so I also took it as a sign to change my plan, :-) the young Indian man in the kiosk pulled some USD's from under the table, that was not right while he had all other currencies in a vault, so at the last minute I changed the plan and asked for Canadian dollars, :-) he was little uncomfortable initially as it was not as per the script given to him but then it was all right. :-)

The security guard in khaki uniform standing near the queue was also with a small game, he had to signal my arrival, :-) the Brown Indian in the counter looked for the arrival stamp in my Canadian passport and asked me, "going back to Montreal", :-) I said I live there, I am a citizen of Canada, he said no Indian document like PIO, OCI or Long term Visa, I said no I have none, and he stamped and let me pass, then the game started it was with a wheelchair and a young man who threw them on my baggage and pushed through in front of me, :-) some stupid game, then after the baggage was scanned, someone placed my boarding pass with another one on a desk, like someone was pushing me to take that and travel to a different destination, but I took mine for Montreal. :-)

Then all those stupid stupid small small dramas which are played here in Montreal were played in Hyderabad Shamshbad airport, a Sikh cop guarded the boarding gate, and bunch of white old women and men boarded the flight behind me but before that they were asked to go through a special scrutiny of their hand baggage along with me, :-) ( so I should feel great that I am being pushed around along with the white men and women) ;-) some misconstrued drama, and then the men working there would ask repeatedly to make sure the baggage had those tracking tags, the Sikh cop particularly checked it just before boarding, again it must be with a RFID signature which was tracked by Indians to make sure I was travelling to London and not some Middle east destination. :-)

The pain in my lower spine was already there, it started in the shamshabad airport itself and a brown guy kept his eyes planted on me, he got up along with me and stood behind me, while a white old women laughed out loudly, as we boarded someone was already sitting in my seat, I told that Indian gentleman that his seat has changed and he was promoted to a front seat, he left with a smile, and I sat in my window cattle class seat, an anxious Indian sat next to me, we were in the second row behind the bulk head seat, where a brown lady sat with some style and a brown guy with a laptop, and there was a vacant seat, so I asked my neighbour to take that vacant bulk head seat and he took with out a word, so I had an empty seat next to me which allowed me to move around on my buttocks to get some relief from the never ending lower spine pain.

I saw the same Indian Telugu women who sat next to me in my previous flight from London to Hyderabad, boarding the flight, I said to myself not next me god, please not this time and she walked passed our row, I said thanks!! and the middle seat remained empty.

And when it was meals time my lunch Asian Vegetarian meals was served first to another brown guy in the aisle seat and rest all of us waited, :-) same drama but with another guy but near me, :-) so the guy ate my lunch with out a word, and when I was given standard meals I asked for my requested Asian Vegetarian meals, the staff informed me there was no such request and served me standard meals along with everyone else, so next 10 hours passed with me shifting by bottom every now and then and due to clear sky I could take a good look at landscape of Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Caspian sea, Europe, Netherlands and London as I could not  sleep but London arrived and the pilot attempted a dizzy maneuver to land the plane, I think the Egyptian plane that went down near Cairo also did similar ritual to scare some on board passenger but probably the pilot could not control it and it went out of control and crashed.



So a doubt creeped in to my mind, that probably London also played their game that I was a wanted man in London and I was going to London, :-) the Indian brown guy who almost kept his gaze fixed on me was behind me in the lift in London airport and asked me If this leads to the baggage area and he was very nervous, I passed through the customs very fast and was in the section A of terminal 5, I spent little timelooking at expensive gifts and I saw there was a special prayer room for Muslims in London Heathrow airport. :-)

Again same old lower spine pain was there and I moved around to spend those 4 hours, and where ever I sat a young women would sit and start playing with her zipper of her jacket, and her two male friends would simply look on, or another pale women would sit and move her left leg up and down like she was kicking the air and just 30 minutes before departure the departure gate was changed from section A to Section B of terminal 5, and it took 5 mniutes to be in the new section and I expected it to change again to C or A, but it did not. :-) because this was the last opportunity for the cowards in London to play some stupid game. :-)

I felt the people in London who own Canada-Quebec probably were also loosing their ground and their lies were also falling apart, because now middle east was no where in the itinerary, London was, and Indians this time tracked me all the way to Montreal to make sure I was not from some middle east country and I was sure that I was right when a mixed hair old women sat in the lobby of British Airways flight to Montreal, and she held a book titled "Prison", :-) someone wanted me to break my journey and stay back in London, there was Mr Cameroon on TV talking about similar thing.

But nothing comes first over my family, and it is the cowards problem to take care of their cowardly business and not mine because it is them who were playing this drama not me. :-)


A Punjabi women came to me asked me, "do you know where this flight is going and where I was from, ;-) and the flight was checked very thoroughly probably when the intelligent friends saw my insurance for half a million they must have thought I would take down the flight from Hyderabad, :-) but when nothing happened they were very sure it would be the London to Montreal flight. (This is how our intelligent friends trigger panics, I took the half a million insurance as a precaution, If our Intelligent friends planned something for me, as many flights were running off the tarmac).

:-)) LOL,

So I boarded the flight and sat in my window seat and two young white ladies from Quebec took the middle seat and the aisle seat, and they were very chatty and giggly, :-) one of them sat with her legs up on the seat, I wished I could sit like that may be that would have relieved me of the pain in my lower spine as it was already there, and the very thought of 7 hours from there caused some extra discomfort.

Again very difficult to move my lower body in that crammed seat I tried to sleep and the meals served were horrible with some hard pasta and other stuff, so I left it uneaten, the requested Asian vegetarian meals were never served in both the flights and slept for few hours though the pain was there.

I got up when we entered Canada and in an hour or two we were on top of Montreal and the pilot again did a maneuver and landed the plane not like dizzy circles in London but he travelled slightly broader distance and went all the way to Dorion and right angled and then again right angled and another similar routine and landed it, it was a smooth landing.


So everyone was in a hurry and in no time we were near the baggage carousal, and I was asked to go to special baggage checking area and a black women questioned me about my declaration of 1000$ worth of gold bangles which belonged to my mother, and she asked me If I had cigarettes and alcohol, I was carrying contact lens packs for my elder daughter which were of cigarette packet size and the cleaning liquid bottles were like alcohol bottles, so after 10 minutes I left and on the way I saw a guy sleeping in uniform, and I was the only one in that extra checking area. :-)

The moment I came into the lobby of arrivals in Montreal International airport I heard the same chicken making Pak Pak Pekak noise, someone played the recorded chicken commotion from graveyard in my home town Secunderabad, well I was already convinced that all cowards from India, Pakistan, Canada, UK, Europe and USA were well connected and were having lot of fun at the cost of ordinary people travelling abroad.

Then it did not stop there the taxi was arranged by a coward who wanted to see If I am the same person who left Canada or my duplicate taking my place, :-) so he drove towards east auto route 40 and I stopped him and directed him to my home. :-)

And back to routine and cowards and my neighbours spying on me with their little eyes. :-)

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TRIP TO INDIA FROM CANADA -QUEBEC 2010- Part One

Trip to India, from Canada-Quebec-Montreal 2010. Part -I

After almost 10 years I planned to travel back to my home country India in 2010 after I saved some money for it, there was no special occasion but lot of people from my family in India were upset that, why I was not visiting them, normally people at least travel back to their home countries after 1 or 2 years at least to show off, that they are in an affluent west, :-) even refugees who file cases against their home countries real or dubious also travel, :-)) but I could not do that as I was in a bad shape financially speaking, I lost my job in the end of 2004 thanks to bunch of very stupid pale old very ugly women, :-) and then could not get even interviews with 4 years of experience in Quebec and 12 years experience in India, so from Jan 2005 to Mar 2006 I received E.I. about 1600$ per month, and then from Mar 2006 to May 2008 I had no income and had to stay home mostly baby sitting and working on my spirituality and yoga.

But I made good use of all that free time which I got after 16 years of non productive hard work and my career in pharmaceuticals was going no where even after I changed my country it remained in the same condition and surprisingly similar kind of parasites accumulated all around me, so that was a good indication to change my profession, :-) and it also suggested it has something to do with my past karma,because there is no other explanation that would suggest a different understanding that you pull yourself from a particular situation from one country and end up in a similar situation in an entirely different country 15,000 km apart. :-))

But after working 16 years in your specialization how to change into something new, you have to start all over again and in May 2008 my wife wanted to visit India with our two kids and the younger one had not seen India since she was born in 2003 here in Montreal, so I went to this travel agency to buy the tickets and I saw there were many desks without anyone working on them so I just asked the travel counselor, a Sikh guy from Jalandhar, India, who was selling tickets to me,  If I can work here part time, so he went inside and asked the owner, a Sikh guy from Delhi, India, about my age, and he came back and said yes you can work here, for a long time I had this urge to work in sales but every time I tried someone unrelated threw their spanner into it, so this was an opportunity to work in sales and an opportunity to see If I can pull myself through this financial trouble.

Both the counselor and the owner of the agency were total strangers to me, and the counselor told me there is no salary and you will have to earn your salary and share 50% of your earnings  for using our office and other facilities and there was no training given to do your work, I thought it is a challenge, new profession, new trade, new everything and a challenge with out any salary, :-) so I accepted and started the next day with out any talk, I was given the sign in, a table with Windows XP old computer and a chair, and a notebook, :-) and there was no talk about training on the travel software, but like always few unrelated folks, this time pale folks got involved and tried their best to thwart my attempt to change my profession but once I determine something I go for it, and I did, I learned a new software SABRE and wrote its instructions for other new comers to follow in a very easy and simple language and even today it is circulated by new comers. :-)

As there was none who was actually training anyone, everyone was on their own, you learn and you earn or you fall through the cracks, and so many came and could not work or earn a dollar in months but they ended up doing small small things for a very small fee, and for me the challenge was increased double fold by some folks from some political party, s:-) so I assumed possibly the same bunch of stupid women because I had an idea they joined some political party back in 2003, but even with all those discouragements I continued for 9 years  :-) and I am still doing it as an external agent, but now I mostly work from my home. :-)

May be If there was no resistance from anyone I would have left it in few months as there was a limitation to the income you can earn from it given the fierce competition, people in this profession were selling airline tickets for 5 dollar margin also, :-) and on top of that our Justice minister Mr Jean Mark Fournier of Quebec under Mr Jean Charest's government screwed the already highly competitive industry and introduced exams and certification program, which of course I cleared  in flying colors but that caused serious damage to our business, because the new regulations did not bind online websites operating from outside Quebec from selling products to people living in Quebec and again thanks to Mr Jean Mark Fournier. :-) I saw a huge travel house in Quebec Intair going down, every year I made up to 25,000$ commission from 2009 onwards and 50% would go to the agency, but after 2012 Mr Jean Mark Fournier's regulation on Travel Agencies my income fell to 15,000$ per year.

This is the background in which  I was and wanted to travel to India to see my family, who I thought must be so eager to see me after 10 years, :-) so in 2010 I purchased tickets for my two daughters and myself and set a date 17 June to 27 Aug 2010, a good 2 months plus in a hot Indian summer which I needed badly as every cell in my body wanted warm sun rays, this was the same summer I wanted to run away from back in 2001, one of the reason to move to Canada. :-)).

After some unnecessary misunderstandings at the airport in Montreal due to an Aeroplan card :-) finally we boarded and my kids were very unhappy as we were given seats in the center, as the flight was full we could not get any spare window seats, Air Canada, from Montreal to Frankfurt, apart from landing in Frankfurt everything else was very smooth the ladies in the flight surprisingly supplied lot of water and drinks very frequently. :-)

I remembered my earlier travel from Mumbai to Amsterdam on Mar 17, 2001, KLM, I almost chocked on peanut butter sandwich and there was no water or any other drink given till we landed in Amsterdam, :-) though I was sitting on the bulk head aisle seat in the front middle section with a briefcase under my feet, the white ladies (Air Hostess) in that flight almost ignored me like I did not exist, and there was  this pale women on my left side aisle seat who was laughing constantly, and a women with a child on my right side seat who could not manage her child on her lap, she was from Goa, India, and she kept asking me why can't you change your seat in a very irritating tone. :-) not new to me, because all my life, I always had one or two such stupid people next to me doing things like that, may be she saw me requesting for water and change of seat multiple number of times and the ladies just ignored me, that made her laugh. :-)

Back in the flight in 2010, 18 June nearing Frankfurt, I was watching the small TV which was showing the height and speed of the plane, and at particular moment it froze and then while it was showing 700 feet's and 150km speed the flight landed with a thud, like the pilot on purpose dropped the flight from about 3 or 4 feet's to the ground, few people said few things but not much commotion due to that.

At Frankfurt airport everything was smooth and fast, then next flight was from Frankfurt to Bengaluru, India, Lufthansa flight, :-) again the ladies in the flight were very good with drinks and water, and this time we had window seats on the right section of the flight, so kids were calmer then before, again everything was nice and smooth till we landed in Bengaluru India, it was the same experiment repeated the landing was a thud.:-)

At Bengaluru airport, 1:00 am, we were greeted by khaki clad policemen like in movies, I think Don, :-) they were standing in a pattern or an arrangement and with a smile I gave them the declaration slips, I wanted to sing the famous song, "Aare Diwano, Mujhe Pehchano, Main hoon Don, Main Hoon, Main Hoon, Main Hoon Don, Don, Don :-)) but instead silently we waited in the lobby for our next flight Bengaluru to Hyderabad, Jet Airways, which was at 8 am in the morning on 19th June 2010, :-) so we waited all night in the lobby.

The toilets at the Bengaluru airport appeared clean and with out the smell of phenol, so I thought I can use them and as I approached them suddenly two guys started pouring white phenol all over the floor, so I cancelled my plans of using the toilets and waited till I reached my home in Hyderabad. :-)

As we approached the gates of domestic section in Bengaluru airport, a khaki clad Punjabi security guard standing at the gate to the domestic section of the airport asked my younger daughter in Punjabi, where are you from while holding our Canadian passports in his hands, :-) because her name in Punjabi means small, I told him she does not speak Punjabi, and moved in to sit in the waiting section and then with in few minutes another south Indian guy with a brief case similar to mine, written "secret mission", on top of it sat in front of me with a smile, :-) and as my elder daughter was using her Apple laptop with out Internet, few plain clothes men walked past trying to look in to her laptop, and two women again in plain clothes were staring at my two daughters as we waited for our flight. (I think my wrist watch had a tracker placed by a Pakistani boy selling watches and cells in Place Vertu shopping mall, Saint Laurent, Quebec. :-)) I realized it when I got aware of the attention we were getting with out any reason. :-) (I think all Canadians (non white) who travel abroad must be getting such attention because the Canadian agencies don't let anyone rest with peace in Canada or outside Canada.) :-))

It appeared something was going on, :-) like I said there is always something going on in the background, :-) And I was aware that our Canadian friends in the government always create something for people like us (Not born in Canada/Quebec, citizen or no citizen) when ever we travel outside Canada/Quebec, like I travelled to US in 2002  by air and again in 2009 by road to Pittsburgh, so I had some experience. :-))

But this was my home country, India, how can they (Cowards in India) even treat us like this, what happened to "Mera Bharat Mahan", :-) etc. etc. then someone from the crowd behind me handed over baggage tags to me, I thought to myself so the tracking tags are given in the airports by strangers, possibly the tags had RFID signature which can be tracked from some vantage point in Canada/Quebec or UK or USA. :-)( Our Intelligent friends who can not live without watching us must have arranged them.) :-)

I tagged them on my baggage :-)) and waited, the flight was delayed by hours, ( Because too much planning must have gone to play the best drama possible which should make their white masters in London very happy:-)), and then after a long wait we were told to board a bus, which took us to the tarmac area on the runaway, where a sick looking narrow tube like contraption called jet airways flight was waiting, :-) while we were waiting in the bus which was about to leave, another bus arrived and parked in front of our bus almost blocking its path, so our bus was second and people placed their bags in the baggage cabin area of the flight right in the front leaving lot of space behind them, and the Indian brown young ladies (Air Hostess) :-) looked at my cabin bag and asked me, you will have to check in that sir, there is no place for that, the flight is full, I pushed all the bags properly and showed them how much space was available and moved in with my kids. :-)

With in minutes of boarding the Jet Airways flight for Hyderabad from Bengaluru, my younger daughter, who otherwise is a very calm person  started crying for no reason, on inquiry she complained she was feeling pain in her thigh, a pulsing pain which she complained many times in our home, when Angolans were our neighbours, in school Enfant Soleil, and outside in Saint Laurent, Quebec so I thought to myself our friends from Quebec were with us in our home country India, and I consoled her but she continued to cry, while the pilot, who introduced himself as Robert, :-) flew the junk tube in a very funny way to Hyderabad, I think he was switching off the engines every now and then. :-)

In one hour we were in Hyderabad Shamshabad airport, and again we were taken all the way around the airport in a bus to the domestic baggage area and after we retrieved our baggage, suddenly an airport employee came to us and offered to arrange a taxi for 100 Rs, I always allow such things to see where it goes, :-) so he took our baggage and moved out of the Airport to a location where there were no taxis, :-) and he too was surprised and poor fellow went looking for them but I still paid him 100Rs for moving the baggage, he felt very sorry for not finding a proper taxi.

As If there was a plan in place another guy came with a trash and broken white Maruti van  with a stepney tyre which wobbled as he drove it precariously, this was a taxi service plying from an international newly constructed airport and my younger daughter who was calm after she disembarked from Jet airways flight flown by Robert, started to cry again and she kept crying all the way till we reached my mothers home in Hyderabad.

I felt bad for my home country, because it was screaming and saying, all the hard work, sacrifice of millions of people in earning that freedom has gone in drain, the cowardly brown bastards in India have put themselves on sale for few pounds and dollars to the same people who had ridiculed, kicked, insulted and killed them like animals for 200 plus years, and I was helpless to stop that pulsing pain in her thigh, I knew who was doing it but I had no way to stop it, and she was just 7 years old.

The distance from Shamshabad airport to my home is about 35 KM and with that wonderful taxi arranged by my countrymen for my first visit to my home country, :-) they reminded me of their real nature, which is crab like, it is a joke, the distance appeared 350 km, but we reached by 12:00 PM, and my sister was standing at the gate with a smile and my mother had a lost expression, because she did not recognize me, I was with a beard as I had taken a religious oath to tonsure my head and my beard in Tirupati only, I looked like I wasn't travelling from affluent west but from some forest after wandering in it for 10 years, any mother would be shocked, who has invested all her life looking forward for a sight where her son would return successful from any venture in dashing clothes was deeply disappointed, and I went like a renounce after ten years in Canada-Quebec, and would disown him immediately. :-))

And she was disappointed to see us getting down from a trash junk van, :-) and I was not in suit and tie as she expected people from west would travel, :-) I was in an ordinary shirt and trousers which appeared like I came from nearby town but with 12 bags. :-)

My younger daughter was calm but I felt very bad and deep anger at both my countrymen in India and pale cowards from Quebec and Canada, If they had any problem with me they should deal with me and not a child of 7 yrs, but all this for one old wretched ugly Jewish women so that she can steal or carry out her MO, very disheartening.

Even in my mothers home in India every now and then my younger daughter complained of pain in her thigh, I knew that pain because I experience it all the time in my legs, feet, thighs, knees, groin, testicles, penis, anus, head, shoulders, fingers, toes, eyes, ears, everywhere in my home, my office, my car, in my shower, in malls, outside-inside, in airports almost everywhere but I don't take it seriously because I had gone through much serious pain in my life, so for me it is like ok what is the big deal, pain and itching has always been a part of my entire life.

But I had to find a way to give that pain back to the cowards who were giving it to a child of 7, :-)) and I did find a way. :-)) so I screwed them like anything, does not matter in which hole they hid themselves in, UK, India, Canada, Quebec or USA or any other hole like Pakistan or Russia, China or Mexico, because it is all wireless. :-))) And these cowards are mostly pale women, very cowardly mean pale women, :-) of course men are also there, without men these women are useless.

After spending two plus months with my mother and other family members in India, I felt they expected money, tons of money but I had few thousand dollars only and I spent most of it in upgrading my mothers apartment which was falling apart as she was living alone she could not get it fixed with her pension.

While In Hyderabad/Secunderabad, (Venkaiah Naidu Country, Urban Minister of current BJP government of India) where ever we went there was a posse of policemen and they would get up and walk with me, even in the temple town of Tirupati and inside the temple, the policemen were playing stupid stampede games with the devotees, though I wrote a long letter to the temple authorities after I came back to Montreal in 2010, I think they made some changes then, I have taken a oath I will not visit Tirupati until things change for me.

Then in the city, Secunderabad and Hyderabad (twin cities) where ever we went the power was taken off, so we could not enjoy any sugarcane juice or any other cold drinks, or salesmen or sales women in any store would delay or vanish leaving us waiting, this was what offered to me by India in my home town in 2010, I was a Canadian passport holder. :-)

Just before we were to leave for Montreal, all clinics in my mothers locality were showing swine flu cloth banners on their roofs and walls, so I thought to myself before they actually place a travel ban due to swine flu we should leave this fucked up country called India, it was not that bad when I left it in 2001, I felt the presence of that cowardly white sickness in my home country India that exists everywhere in Canada/Quebec and UK London Airport and it appeared the brown bastards in India who had sold their souls to their white masters had already done the ground work in creating too many misunderstandings in our family members regarding me, and I had raccoon eyes, black dark circles created by our Quebec friends, they felt I was living somewhere in India and not Canada or even in prison. :-)

While In India, I received two calls from Canadian High Commission on my cell phone, which read, " Welcome to Andra Pradesh, India, If you have any problem please call our Canadian High Commission in Delhi", I was surprised, because the auto drivers and bikes were showing some extra interest in us, where ever we went in Hyderabad and Secunderabad, and pain in my younger daughters thigh and this call from Canadian high commission was like salt on injury, basically the cowards in all these countries want to show they are all well connected and one single entity, so where you will go. :-)

Many times I felt very bad for my country, India, I felt how cheaply the cowardly brown bastards  had surrendered the hard earned  freedom, they literally handed over the country to bunch of white men and women from UK/Canada/Quebec for few pounds and dollars, the life of non pale skin people in all the countries where majority population is white is anyway ridiculously pathetic, though most of them might not accept because they live in a false identity and prestige or for many of them the pathetic life of slavery is also way better then the life their country of origin can offer, so they feel it is ok, but I came from much higher society, I belonged to the 4% top portion of Indian society and my life was way better in India.

Basra: Saraswati temple, the drama did not stop even inside the temple and I felt the cowardly white masters of the cowardly brown bastards were more powerful then the Indian Hindu clergy inside the temples, it is a different story that they were more interested in counting money but they appeared helpless in their own country which was supposed to have earned the freedom 60 years back. :-)

White man and women, particularly in Canada don't give a damn about gods, deities, spirituality, all they need is Tim Horton's coffee, donuts and steak, or meat three times a day, most violent people in the world, but the white women who consume animal products three times a day, 7 days a week, all 365 days of a year, would act like they can not see animals being killed or even fish being hit with a baton, they think animals products just pop in shopping malls. :-)

Night of Aug 26, 2010, we were at the Shamshabad Airport, (I came to know in 2015 that the driver who drove us to the airport was no more, a middle aged guy), in the airport counter two smart Indian guys asked me to remove extra weight from my handbag, :-) (Lufthansa allows 1 x 8 kg hand bag each passenger, how does it matter If one bag is 12 kg and another two 4 kg each and there are three passengers, and the size of the bag is still less then total 45 inches, length, width and height), but they insisted, and they kept checking the weight of that handbag three different places :-) and also requested that I should cancel my travel for that day as they need three seats and postpone it for next week, in exchange they would give me cash vouchers, but I knew something was cooking regarding the swine flu, :-) so I refused and got checked in and left few things with my mother who had accompanied us to the airport, and that was the last time I saw her and that was my last good bye to her in person, she passed away in 2015.

At the airport, my daughter was back with her thigh pain, so I picked her up and walked towards customs, once in the Lufthansa flight, Hyderabad to Munich she was OK and was not crying or feeling bad to be in two bad places Quebec-Canada and India, I felt sorry for her but by then I learned to give back the pain to the cowards, of course there was some divine help also. :-)

Once in Munich, we were given seats in three different places by the intelligent German airport staff. even though they knew there was a 7 years old child with us, :-) then I requested the lady (Air Hostess) in the flight to let us sit together as the younger one was not very happy with the trip I did not want her to sit alone, we sat together on the bulk head seats in the front,  the original passenger a white German guy wanted his bulk head seat and asked me, "do you know where you are sitting", :-) I signalled at the lady air hostess who was standing next to us, all she had to do was look at him and say a word in Germany and that guy with out a word went and took some seat in the back. :-) I said to myself wow!! what a puppet culture these people have developed.

In Frankfurt two white policemen in uniform asked me our Canadian passports after they were checked and allowed by the Lufthansa staff at the boarding gate, the Canadian passports have bar codes, and when swiped on the computers in airports all the information with picture is available for the airport staff, and the cops used some lens and camera to take picture of my signature, :-) and asked me "how come you are in Frankfurt", I told them we are travelling from Hyderabad, India to Montreal via Munich and Frankfurt, and we are Canadian citizens, then Anaaaaaa!! OK, they let us board, again we were holding Canadian passports and we were in Frankfurt Germany. :-)) all these mishaps are not because the world treats Canadians badly it is because the pale coward MF's from CSIS, RCMP and local police stations create for Canadians inside Canada and outside Canada also. :-) Indians and other countries also do but the situation is not this bad.

We had window seats all along so kids were satisfied and took turns to sit near the window and watch clouds, :-) we landed in Montreal on time, and in customs it took few seconds and we were out of the airport like an arrow, back in home we were greeted by our Angolan neighbour who was already nervous because whatever stories were told to them by Police Quartier numero 6  turned out to be lies, because does not matter how stupid a person can be but common sense tells, how can someone travel international for two months and then return If they were wanted by the police etc. etc.. :-) and I think while I was travelling the police in Montreal was also very upset because their version of stories was falling apart for the same reason. :-)) The police in Montreal works blindly on such scams with such audacity because the pale folks are not effected so they are not bothered.

Angolan family was nervous and the police station no 6 on rue Grenet which has been running the scam in this area in Saint Laurent, Quebec for quite some time (about 15 years or more) were probably out of lies, Angolans left the apartment in a hurry and were replaced by a white Portuguese-Canadian family, they did not live in that apartment for long, just one year, but during that one year they felt they were the top spies of Canada-Quebec, :-) you should see their arrogant faces and they were watching the most wanted man in the world, :-)) at least their attitude was like that. :-)) the man was just four feet's and fuck all inches but the attitude was, "I will make noise and also call police If you object". :-) this is the same attitude of the current tenant in the same apartment, an Algerian Arabic family. :-)

Trip to India from Canada-Quebec 2015 Part II follows.
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