Having always traveled in Air India, I realized it was high time that I changed my loyalty. After the arrival of the delayed kingfisher flight with its 'Asuvidha ke liye khed hai' slogan and two ultra irritating we-are-the-dudes-of-Bombay guys sitting next to me, the only respite that I could think of getting was my window seat, that meant me viewing the beautiful, out of the world- Mumbai at night, with all its glittering and shining lights. Having boarded the flight, I sat down at my seat, 14F. No sooner did I sit and settle myself, then I saw this drop dead gorgeous air hostess coming towards me with an I-just-won-a-makeup-cabinet smile, asking me if I could shoulder the responsibility of being seated at the emergency exit. With a whole lot of interest, she explained me the do’s and dont’s of the seat and took away my Harissons bag, kept it above and left my seat to greet the other guests, much to the disappointment of the two guys. With the rain lashing the city, the aircraft finally took off.
After another tiring day at college, with the project submissions and exams, less than 9 hours of sleep in the last 4 days, the flight and its food added to the weariness. Slowly and gradually the aircraft landed at the Rajiv Gandhi International Airport, Hyderabad. With a heavy and aching head, I disinterestedly smiled back at the airhostess, got down from the plane and went ahead to claim the baggage. I switched on my cell phone and was greeted by this SMS joke:
What's the opposite of "Dominoes"?? ?
think
think
think
think
think
tired of thinking???
Well the answer is "Domi doesn't know"
I held my head for a moment, cursing the sender and when I looked at the conveyer belt, my bag was already gone. Murphy rocks, I had to wait for the bag to take another round altogether. That further delayed it all and by the time I came out, it was another 30 minutes. I walked and saw my sister angel standing with open arms, waiting for me. We sat down at the AeroExpress bus stop. Classy stoppage, wish Mumbai had things like this. The bus came soon, and the forty-five minutes long journey to the High Tech city stop was amazing, soothing and pretty cold.
Getting off the bus, we began walking towards the restaurants. Shutter down, shutter down and down. Finally, we spotted a restaurant. Hyderabad Biryani, was all we could eat and they could offer. We began eating, and it was only when the water in my glass got over, I realized that the sleep deprived waiters had gathered all around our table giving us eat-and-get-out-as-soon-as-possible looks. The walk back home was long. Real long.
Having reached home, I loved it. Beautiful home. My sistah took me on a tour to all the rooms and balconies and then sat back with her IBM Think Pad. I turned on the television and flipped on to the sports’ channels for the US Open. I saw the complete series of matches and by the time I hit the bed, it was 2:15 am.
Last glance before the sweet night, good dreams, I stared into the mirror, and was amazed at my swollen eyes, dark circles and yeah-I’ve-just-seen-a-RGV-movie-look. I guess I’ll have to visit Shehnaz Husain for two long years to get back to the way I used to look before! ;)
After another tiring day at college, with the project submissions and exams, less than 9 hours of sleep in the last 4 days, the flight and its food added to the weariness. Slowly and gradually the aircraft landed at the Rajiv Gandhi International Airport, Hyderabad. With a heavy and aching head, I disinterestedly smiled back at the airhostess, got down from the plane and went ahead to claim the baggage. I switched on my cell phone and was greeted by this SMS joke:
What's the opposite of "Dominoes"?? ?
think
think
think
think
think
tired of thinking???
Well the answer is "Domi doesn't know"
I held my head for a moment, cursing the sender and when I looked at the conveyer belt, my bag was already gone. Murphy rocks, I had to wait for the bag to take another round altogether. That further delayed it all and by the time I came out, it was another 30 minutes. I walked and saw my sister angel standing with open arms, waiting for me. We sat down at the AeroExpress bus stop. Classy stoppage, wish Mumbai had things like this. The bus came soon, and the forty-five minutes long journey to the High Tech city stop was amazing, soothing and pretty cold.
Getting off the bus, we began walking towards the restaurants. Shutter down, shutter down and down. Finally, we spotted a restaurant. Hyderabad Biryani, was all we could eat and they could offer. We began eating, and it was only when the water in my glass got over, I realized that the sleep deprived waiters had gathered all around our table giving us eat-and-get-out-as-soon-as-possible looks. The walk back home was long. Real long.
Having reached home, I loved it. Beautiful home. My sistah took me on a tour to all the rooms and balconies and then sat back with her IBM Think Pad. I turned on the television and flipped on to the sports’ channels for the US Open. I saw the complete series of matches and by the time I hit the bed, it was 2:15 am.
Last glance before the sweet night, good dreams, I stared into the mirror, and was amazed at my swollen eyes, dark circles and yeah-I’ve-just-seen-a-RGV-movie-look. I guess I’ll have to visit Shehnaz Husain for two long years to get back to the way I used to look before! ;)
Awww...This is such a beautiful piece.. :)
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