ass cabin. I was almost convinced that they derived some sadistic pleasure from making sure we saw what we, the "under-privileged" were missing out on. Under normal circumstances I would not be this pissed off, but then they were not normal circumstances. I was going to be on that plane for a little over eighteen hours and hence I thought my misgivings were justified. Well, these were not the only things going on in my head but I was trying to avoid confronting the graver issues. Continuing along those lines, I began to read my novel. It was a book depicting the life and thoughts of the Albert Einstein. Though I do not remember a lot about the book, I do remember that I was fascinated by a few things he said. "Time is relative. The distinction between the past, the present and the future is just an illusion." I could not help but agree with him, as I felt strangely intrigued by the whole thing about "gaining time" as I was flying west wards. Even though I was not sure I completely understood what he was trying to say, I knew it was something very abstract and comparatively difficult to grasp for an average person. The fact that I could understand and appreciate his genius made me feel good about myself. I was lost in the euphoric world of self-adulation for a few precious moments, but then my head was flooded with other thoughts again.Less than a couple of hours ago, I was with my family and friends as they bid farewell to me on the airport. It was the most confusing moment of my life. I was experiencing two opposite emotions with almost the same intensity, at the same time. On one hand I was heart-broken about the prospect of leaving all my loved ones, while on the other I was filled with hope and excitement about what lay ahead. The kind of excitement associated with the thrill of exploring an unknown place. It was the uncertainty about the future that made it exciting. I was going to The United States of America for my college educat...
