It was 2019 and technology had allowed me to be in Shanghai airport while adjusting the mood lighting for my apartment in New York.
And there stood a guy at the end of conveyer belt manually dragging each piece of baggage from a truck onto the belt, one at a time for over 300 passengers.
Even though Kolkata happened to be the capital of the eastern corridor of India, the airport technology wing was running a few years late.
Jet-lagged angry passengers grew visibly upset at the long wait. Before I could reach the belt, a brawl had broken out between the conveyer belt boy & a passenger.
A Mr. Sharma (passenger) was furious at Ali (Conveyer belt boy) for touching his holy suitcase. He claimed that his suitcase had sacred Hindu stuff (maybe, like a cow?) which now had lost all its God-value because our Ali boy being Muslim had plastered his Muslim hands all over it.
My flight was suppose to take me to India, I think it might have accidentally transported me back to the 1800s.
2019 was a very hard year for Indians.
Modi had just gotten re-elected and the political climate had taken a turn for the worst, forcing Indians to pick sides. Most national media outlets in India had turned into a…
