Welcome (?) to Incredible India
Ayeshea Perera -
Sunday, July 19, 2009 2:54 PM
(A traveler’s tale and a plea for helpfulness at airports)
I found myself in a rather unusual predicament on my return to India from a trip to Malaysia a few days ago. I realized I was roughly 30 rupees short of money for a prepaid taxi. I tried both the ATM Machines at the airport and for some reason, both machines were unable to process my request for cash. I walked back to the prepaid taxi booth and asked the man in charge if I could pay the 30 Rupees when I reached my house. He said no. “It’s only thirty rupees” I pleaded. “madam, if I were to listen to everyone with a story, we won’t make any money – this is a government business” he said firmly and proceeded to look at a point past me. (I was outside by then in search of the ATM’s and couldn’t go back in again – and there were only prepaid taxis out in front)
In desperation I re-counted the money in my wallet and discovered around 20 Ringgit. I ran to the Thomas Cook agent at his booth and asked if he could change the money. ‘How do you expect me to change such a small amount?” he asked pushing the money back at me. “Please! I only need thirty rupees to take a cab! I’ll be stuck at the airport! It’s almost midnight!” I said. ‘Well I can’t help you” he said firmly. End of discussion.
In the end I was forced to lug my bags, walk out of the airport, hail some 10 mercenary autos and plead in my broken Hindi to be taken home for the amount of money I had. I eventually got home in one piece, but badly shaken and highly disillusioned. Not one person was willing to go out of their way and help out a little. No one THOUGHT about offering me thirty rupees. Instead they watched dispassionately (and I imagine, with a touch of satisfaction) as I grew more and more desperate and frustrated.
Airports are places of confusion. It’s their nature. They’re big, they’re intimidating and they have far too much going on. Between security checks, frenzied shoppers, emotional relatives/ friends of travelers and the confused passengers themselves, navigating through airports are no mean feat. Which is why we need helpful officials and nice people to get us through! Of course what happened to me is not something that happens to everyone, but I think its important that airport staff are trained to help passengers in trouble. Because like I said, airports are fertile breeding grounds for chaos and mayhem, and considering that they are the first point of contact for any foreigner visiting your country, it also makes good PR sense to help out.
“Incredible India” said the board behind me as I walked out on to the road with my baggage in tow. “You got that right!” I thought.