Toronto... Day one

wrote this before.. posting now...

So finally we are here. Hmm so far the place looks pretty good esp the hotel.
Only problem being that the great one is early, the check does not begin till 3PM and the jack ass who left the room left it late and so I wait here in the hotel lobby. Most of the folks here are here for the convention (read below) so I am wondering are they all infected he he .. There were some 5 odd middle eastern dudes taking in Arabic, these buggers keep looking at me as if I am sheik hasan nasaralla.. who by the way added a big feather in his cap with the beginning of the cease fire. Not only did he survive the onslaught but his fighters gave the Israelis a taste of there own medicine. hezballa is now going to have a major major say in the middle east political secne… that much is for sure.

I see people look at me and they must be wondering what this sardar is doing in this fundu place.. the bottom line here is that they do not know who they have just seen. This is there once in a life time opportunity to meet and see the “O mighty great one “

At the airport I saw and felt what is called as the “profiling” phenomena for the first time in 5 travels overseas. After I completed my immigration, this big dude stops me and begins to ask some very stupid ques.. like how much money I have, what I will do in Canada and the kind of I do.. I told him that I design billing and CRM soln and he yes ok that great like he understood anything. Then that jackass marked something on my slip and when I tried to exit the terminal I was told to go through this custom clearance.
Could not figure out what the hell was happening until saw most of my kind waiting for there at the inspection area? Then the reality struck me and I said so we Indians, esp the sardars are not trusted and trust me if we are not trusted in Canada esp Toronto then there is no bloody place where we can trusted.. We bloody practically run the country..

Anyways this dude walks in, he’s called “delta 2” by a fellow agent and that’s when I relaxed, figured that the famed “delta 2” has some extra ques for me. He did the scan of my baggage and told me to show all the USD I had.. I showed him that and in addition showed the TC receipts. The dude then got another brain wave, he asked me to open my suitcase. I said yo man here you go. And then this dude went through the sides of my suitcase expecting to find god knows what.Maybe gold biscuits or drugs... Anyways once he was satisfied he said I am done buddy you can go... And go I did.

Once outside in the air of Canada, I looked for a taxi walla, there was this one guy who came to me and said “you wanta a ride “ I said yo and he said where to. I gave him the hotel name and he said you here for the AIDS convention.. I said no way man.. And he said “AIDS is everywhere” and I said I don’t have IT…

The limo chap (yes I hired a limo to announce the grand coming of the great one) was a rasta kind a guy, would not stop yapping about in the car. Gave me a good idea where I was heading, told me that there was a AIDS convention at my hotel and he figured I was the Indian representative.. Now that’s a god one.. Here is a guy waiting for some action only to be labeled as a veteran  that too with post war syndrome he he