I was at Mumbai airport on my way to Paris and my father knew this guy who would have helped us jump the line and pass most.
I spoke to him, he told me to come to so counter . . .
All well I thought, but then I faced a problem.
I did not allow myself to do that.
I did not deserve jumping the line; it was just wrong.
I waited for an hour in the line - something that I could have managed in 5 minutes.
It seems like a trifle but it was a big deal for me.
Because I had to decide between the easy path and the tough path.
It wasn't a big deal - but it was a matter of principle.