Pulling up an old post, hope it cracks you up, it cracks me up every time I think about it! (My very resilient self does not let me be pissed off visibly any more. Pretty bad morning this. Let’s hope and pray people think good, and no more evil, love each other and have some sense.)
Once upon a time..
during a security check at the Cochin airport, a serious looking guard solemnly looked at me and said “You are carrying an AK 47 in your bag.” I burst out laughing. It was so spontaneous, and since laughter is contagious he laughed with me, and so did the other officers who stood near by to arrest me if they confiscated anything from my bag. That day my curiosity reached the skies. An AK 47 in my bag. wow! that gun which they use in the border, that black coloured gun they show in films smuggled across borders, inside sacks of rice, chilles, like in the film Sarfarosh… I had that in my bag, I checked the size of my bag to see whether such a big gun would fit in. They repeatedly passed my black duffel through the scanner, each time removing an item from it, since they couldn’t feel the gun but see it. A crowd gathered as to know what was happening, and finally the guards figured it out. My hopes of seeing and holding an AK 47 for real was shattered when they showed me the AK 47 found inside my duffel. It was the calendar and the telephone book when placed in a particular manner that created an impression that it looked like a gun! I had hopes of holding it and posing for a photograph that was to appear in the next day’s newspaper. I had even thought of a headline in mind. Sigh! It was the first of January that year. I was returning to college from home when my dad as is practice had given me a calendar, a telephone book and a diary.
Source: Airport Tales …