Bombay to Madras - Flight to fantasy - Part 2

A big relief. all credit courses exams over.height of obscene mugging! now Just ITPM audit left day after.that too open book exam. no need to mug. Thank GOD. and yeah i shd purchase the book first without forgetting....well then lemme free my mind of all kachdaas i had accumulated as a result of hard core mugging.

where did i leave? yeah. i was waiting at the airport.......five PM. slowly i went thro the security checks. it was smooth. unlike my return journey from madras to bbay . during my return journey, i was finishing my security checks and moved to the last counter just before the flight. as luck wd have it, the security sticker (or types) they attach to the bags had fallen down. and the security wd not let me go further. 10 mins left. and i had to get back and find out the place where i had to get that sticker again. i did not want to miss the flight yet again. all projects and quizzes that was waiting for me back at college made me run harder for that sticker. murphy says the worst is yet to come. boarding was frm first floor. and the damn lift was not coming at all. and i am really afraid of escalators ( just as afraid as i am of these diwali flower pots....i manage to bomb one almost everytime i try) . so had to run down the stairs. somehow, intercepted a security guy, managed a thrown away sticker. luckily not marked. and raced to the counter. and was just in time for the boarding. somehow i have a strange liking to this japanese manufacturing concept. phew!!!!
EASHWARO RAKSHATHU!

back to the original bombay to madras journey.

i uncovered the real picture of airlines industry that day.
one as i mentioned earlier are the hostess who much to my disappointment were more like powder puffed dolls. i bet these ranganathan street figures are a million times better ( havent been there for a long time though;)

just as ppl enter the cabin, these ppl greet with a sweeeeeeeet smile. well the falsest smile one can ever hope. i dont really blame them. thats their job. they gotta do that. but i cant stand false smiles. i just walked in.

and boy, welcome to the economy class. the aisle space was so cramped. literally they had made the best use of the word economy. An AC chaircar in brindavan exp was much better i thought! i took my seat. luckily my seat was just ahead of the wings. so i cud actually feel how much the plane angles up and down. and CFD was written on the wings ( computational fluid dynamics for short). ahaa. chemical engg made me feel nostalgic.

okay now the most awaited moment. refreshments ofcourse!!!! some orange coloured juice. havent still figured wat that was. atleast the taste ws not gud. bad luck. there were two more types which i ditched for this one. the lady serving was coming back. here is my chance i thought. i decided to give her a sweet smile and take another glass stealthily. the lady was too sweet for me as she gave me 'jagaa' and took my cup without giving me a chance to try another. then usual samosa, cutlet types. how less they gave. okay i dont mean i want sth of a kind u expect at a marriage reception. still, 4000 odd bucks. they sure can give more. anyway who cares. and they write in bold letters - customer satisfaction - value delivery and other stupid jargons. i hate jargons. what to do. jargons are the only organs of the average MBA. if they are not there, how will philip kotler survive?

at the least i thought i wd get a 'delightful' companion to spend 1.5 hrs. and a guy who all his life had rigged oil ( not elections) abroad was destined to be my journey partner. he told abt his exploits abroad and bored me to death. if a chemical engineer who worked in oil industry can get bored with this guy, u shd imagine how he shd have bored me. and i dont care a damn abt oil drilling!

the airline girls up there in the flight enact all safety procedures to teh whole crew. actually i felt very sorry for them. i mean, these ppl have to do this acting stuff day in and day out in front of 3oo ppl. they might get paid. but still. probably i felt more uncomfortable than they were. but someone has to do the job. and doing sth for ensuring safety of passengers was a noble job at that. but then we always think why me? and i thought why them! life is so unfair. on one hand, u find ppl ensconced in their positions enjoying the flight journey. and on the other hand, some ppl need to be there , do that, all for livelihood. maybe life is a zero sum game. some ppl have to do errand jobs because others do 'decent' jobs. its a difficult situation. maybe life is meant to be that way. i lost the whole spirit of flying. just waited to land up in madras. and now again i feel bad thinking of such inequities in life. for example asia's largest slum is in bbay - dharaavi. its too bad too frustrating. it really is. why do these things happen? will i make a difference to atleast some one some day? i dont feel like writing anymore.

i m stopping here.