My Trip to the US

After a lot of mehnat mashakkat in my Indian company, I got to here the magic words 'tu onsite jayega' (actually had heard em before but they were just gajars for all that I knw) Anyways so after hurrying through all the shopping and formalities, my bags were finally packed. All goodies like puran poli, masale papd and all were carefully concealed in the pressure cooker and other utensils. I called up everyone I knew and started for the airport with a whole paltan from the family. My friend Yogendra did'nt turn up (as usual) but I know he must have been stuck someplace (as usual again).
Anyways so once at the airport, I thought I wud check in my baggage and then come out and meet my family. uh huh wrong I did not get the opportunity to do that and they ended up waiting outside till 2 am. Really sorry for that guys. I was fortunate to meet one of my company's Bosses in the same plane and we chatted for quite some time over a glass of beer (so guys from my company behave. I ve got friends up there :)
As I sat in my seat in the airline I realised I shudnt have asked for a window seat. I was trapped between the window and a huge guy (who I thought spanish but later found out that he was an Indian settled in NY for 35 yrs) anyways to cut the long story short always ask for a seat by the aisle. It helps ur mobility for...u knw waht.
My stopver was in Paris and I absolutely fell in love with the french landscape with greeen fields and small roofed houses (similar to yash chopra film songs:) I was really pissed at myself for not carrying my credit card as I could not call back home. After a million security checks and a few hours at the Paris airport, I was finally in my plane to Miami. I suddenly found the difference between American food and Indian food as I had my first airline meal. It was bland to the core, palatable enough to consume.
As the plane came close to Miami, I was amazed at the beauty of the place. Blue water, roads, great looking houses, beaches and boats. It was amazing!!! I did my port of entry here. (just jargon for entering the US) The funny part is everyone I talked to started talking to me in Spanish. They instantly marked me as a makku (mexican) or may be I seemed like a latino hunk ala Enrique (who am I kiddin) . After getting my bags from the airport, I took a connecting flight to Atlanta and have been here since then. More later.......(I know u heaved a sigh of relief that the blog got over. Am bored myself! ciao!)