waiting for..(with apologies to beckett)

I saw TheTerminal today. Its about a man named victor, who is stranded at the new york airport for a long time before he can go home to krakozhia or put a toe on United States soil. He is a man without a country because war has broken out in his homeland and the U.S refuses to recognize it any more. He is a man who has come to the U.S to get an autograph from a jazz singer ; an autograph which, his father waited forty years for, before dying.He is a man who waits.In a sense all of us are waiting for something. Victor waits to get the coveted autograph. He waits to go home. Whenever someone asks him what he is doing at the airport;coming or going, he says he’s waiting. And when the woman he falls in love with, the beautiful air-hostess Amelie asks him what he’s waiting for, he says he waits for her. Curious ofcourse,how they all know what questions to ask, to get just the kind of answer, we are expecting. But that’s beside the point.What one waits for varies from person to person. Farmers wait for grey-bellied rain clouds. Children for holidays and to grow up as soon as possible; Indians for a century every time sachin tendulkar takes up a bat. Greg chappell is ofcourse still waiting for ganguly to step down..Many of us wait for a promotion or a scholarship or a dream-home. Many more still wait for love. And then there are the Joeys of the world who only wait for the pizza to be delivered to their doorstep.Is it really that the world is frozen in mid-action or suspended in unending limbo…or is it only a weird idea I came up with? Frankly, I don’t know.What I do know is this. As of now, the only thing I’m waiting, no,longing for, after a dreary month of snuffling and sniveling noses, and watery eyes is a really hot Indian summer…and I have my fingers crossed..