Not So Good Welcome at the Airport

There’s a beautiful lesson hidden in it

Image taken by the Author | Pragyan Tripathi

For the lower middle class, it is not a usual thing to travel by airways. It is financially tough on us.

But for people living far away from their homes, air travel allows them to spend 2–3 days more at home, which otherwise they would have spent on trains.

Today, I’m travelling to my home town for my sister’s marriage. When I arrived at the airport, there was a usual process of identity verification and security checks.

Quite unusual of the Bangalore airport, there was no rush today. Maybe because of midnight. There are parallel security personnel standing to verify the identity of the traveler. I was standing in a queue, with a waiting number of 3. Somehow, my eyes went to other personnel. In his queue, there was no one. Meaning, no queue.

As a result, I shifted to the other row to get my identity verified. But that gentleman, who was comfortably sitting, was not amused by this move of mine. Right after asking for my ticket and identity card, he started saying you should have stood there, there’s no rush.

Me: It’s fine, sir. As there is no one here, I shifted here.

After checking my tickets, he asked