The column that you are reading right now, dear reader, has been penned well in advance,and therein lies a tale, as well as a lament.
As my long suffering editor will gladly attest to, my columns appear in his inbox about a day after the deadline. And this itself is after much cajoling, threatening and praying. Such is life when dealing with the undersigned, and that’s just how it works.
But this particular column, as I was saying, was written well in advance – a full four days prior, no less. And the reason is that by the time you get around to reading this, yours truly hopes to have his holiday in France well underway.
I and the Missus complete this month ten years of our promise to bug each other for life, and we’ve decided to celebrate this momentous occasion by doing our bit to help revive the French economy.
That is the tale. Now for the lament.
I am writing this column from a friend’s house, and said friend lives in Bombay. And the reason I’m in Bombay is because our flight out to France leaves the rather impressive T2 terminal at 10pm tonight. So what, you might ask, is the lament?
Well, you see, every time I fly out of T2, I can’t help but admire how well it functions. And as a true blue Puneri, I can’t help but compare its all round awesomeness with the sorry disaster that is Pune’s excuse for an airport.
Now, before I proceed, I should make it clear that I am, have been, and will forever be in love with Pune. It is, and this is axiomatic, the best city to live in in India. But (and this too, unfortunately, is axiomatic) it also has one of the least well maintained airports in the country. I yield to no one in my love and affection for Pune city, and I yield to no one in my loathing for its airport.
And I really do think that it is high time that I was able to take a flight out of India from Pune city, rather than have to traipse up to this oven that calls itself a metropolis. A functional terminal, three or four aerobridges, and restaurants that know what food and a cup of coffee look like – I do not ask for much.
I do not know what the story is with Purandar, and I don’t know what the deal is with Lohegaon. I know not what the alternatives are, or where the problems lie…
All I know is that Pune’s current airport is not worthy of Pune city. And that, dear reader, is my lament.
If for no other reason, we should build a new airport just to save ourselves a trip to Bombay – and if that is not motivation for a Puneri, I don’t know what is.
Here’s wishing all of you a very happy Diwali, and here’s wishing that our fair city gets an airport worthy of the name.
#All views expressed in this column are those of the Author and Pune365 does not necessarily subscribe to the same.
He doesn't expect the paradox to be resolved in his lifetime