Fong has been in India on holiday. I'm sitting on my couch before watching 30 Rock when my phone beeps at me. It's Fong. I've been preponed she tells me. Preponed? What's that? Well apparently preponed is the opposite of postponed, which sort of makes sense except as a concept I didn't know it existed. Which it doesn't really, except in India, where it happens regularly.
So Fong explains, she was due to be coming home and she got told she had to come to the airport early to catch her flight. Isn't that just an earlier flight? No, it's not. She's been preponed.
I mean really, this is silly. And it would piss you off. You're having a long breakfast when you get the call. Or maybe you have a day planned at the Taj Mahal. Or perhaps you've already paid for your accommodation for another night. Then bang, shazam, you've been preponed.
I can't approve of this. Fong, who is a prickly type, seemed pretty cool with it, but that could be just India. Don't quote me, but India is one of those places that wears you out. It's an assault on every sense, and very little is comfortable or easy. Leave early? Yeah alright.
Preponed. Strange. Sounds very Indian.
