My Idle Mind

They say an idle mind is a devil's workshop. I was standing outside the embassy for my visa interview yesterday, prepared for a long wait. After my recent passport experience, I have developed a distaste for all forms of waiting around. To keep myself entertained, I keep up a steady monologue inside my head, which on this occasion went something like this:
Hey, that man standing in front of me has a photo album. I like photo albums. Maybe he'll let me have a look. But how do I ask? Hmm.. I remember reading in the application form that an entire wedding album was one of the requirements for a certain class of visa. I don't really see how that's relevent or why they need the entire album. Maybe they just like looking at photographs, like me.
A lady came and stood behind me. She instantly struck up a conversation in Tamil. I nodded politely at whatever she was saying, till it became apparent that she expected a reply, which was when I used my broken tamil to tell her I didn't speak the language. She had very few teeth, nearly toothless lady.. probably a distant relative of Nearly Headless Nick of Gryffindor (Harry Potter's house).
I looked at the people queued up in front of me and thought about an elective I had studied in college; it included a chapter on queue theory. Some of the terms had struck me as funny then. One of these, reneging, crossed my mind for an instant but I dismissed it. Nearly toothless lady then moved forward and stood to my right. I wondered if they had a term for this kind of queue (assuming that other people would follow her lead). 90 degree line? Right angle line? Right line? Nothing seemed appropriate.
Soon I got to the front of the queue and a lady ran a metal detector over me. She had on a blue uniform with a red border, the exact colour of the Club HP board across the road. After having my papers checked, I sat waiting on a chair for my interview. There was a flashing screen giving out instructions like 'Please help us to serve you better'...(how?)..'by maintaining silence'. That was easy. I sealed my already closed lips for their benefit.
While I was sitting there helping them serve me better, my neighbour started a conversation about student visas. I listened and replied whenever necessary. I have a bad memory for faces. Wouldn't remember this one after leaving this building. Memory made me think of an Indian movie, Ghajini. Dad is fond of saying things like "I think I'll do a Ghajini and forget this ever happenend". I had seen the Tamil version in college, but my Tamil being as bad as it is, I didn't realize that Ghajini was actually the villain's name. How many Indian movies are named after villains? Not many, I should think. Mogambo would have been a good name for a movie. I thought of Hollywood movies named after villians for about 10 seconds and the best I could come up with were Anaconda and Godzilla, but those weren't the kind of villains I had in mind.
Around this time, after playing a slow version of musical chairs, it was time for my interview. That took all of 2 minutes and I was out in the open at 8:55 am, less than an hour after I had entered.