Immediately after I sat in the plane, I called my Parents to tell them that I was inside the aircraft. I also called my Brother to give him a confirmation that his fundas made sense and he was right about the whole damn procedure. Also spoke to my sweet Sister to tell her that I was safely in and would eat well during the flight. And also spoke to my Jeeju to confirm to him that the whole thing was non-sense and stupid for anyone from the IITian community. (My Jeeju is also an IITian. Nothing gives more pleasure to IITians than proving to themselves that everyone else is an idiot and everything is non-sense.) Thought of calling a few girls too, but dropped the idea. I had called a couple of them while I was standing in the line for checkin. Good Friends of mine, all of them.
I am sure these Airlines allot seats such that people are not made to sit with strangers. I would want to believe that. Otherwise why would they always keep me alone at one of the corner seats? (There are 2 of them) They don't check thobdas before assigning seat numbers...do they? It might be possible...perhaps that's the reason why those hot gals at the checkin counters say hi to me with a smile and bye without any and then possibly ensure that there is no hot gal around my seat while giving me a seat number. The first 15-20 minutes after entering the plane are always spent in aticipation that some young hot gal would come and sit by my side. But another side of me, and the one which dominates my thinking more, doesn't want anyone around, coz I wouldn't feel comfortable sitting beside a hot gal anyway. And of course, I don't want a guy's company.
I have one usool. Either stay alone or with a gal. It's about room-mates. Another theory of mine says that it is very difficult to stay with a gal. So I stay alone :D Same applies to even humsafars during safars.
After I settled down a little bit, I couldn't stop wondering about where the toilet was located. i.e., Loo (- for people who don't understand or stopped understanding toilet)...Jet Airways have beautiful Air-Hostesses. They are cute, polite, sensitive, understanding, caring, emotional... uff... sorry, I got carried away in thoughts...gals!!!...what was I saying?
Haan, toilet. These Airhostesses divide the Aircraft among themselves into blocks and concentrate on their own blocks. My block had a guy too - Airhost? What do you call them otherwise? Reminds me of the movie Meet the Parents. What do u call a guy-nurse? I mean nurse sounds feminine. Airhostess is even gramatically feminine.
Sorry I get digress too much...now back again to toilet...I asked the Airhostess who serving in my side of the aircraft where the toilet was. I was surprized to find it right behind me coz as I metioned earlier, mine was the last-row-corner-seat. I felt like an abandoned passenger :-(. I examined the toilet door. It looked weird. I wondered how to open it. I pushed it. It bent at the middle and I saw where I could go inside from. Trying to postpone for future, the thought of how I would come out of the toilet, I went inside, examined the door again and found a way to latch it.
I quickly took out my comb from my pocket and ran it through my hair for 2 minutes. It was great relief. I felt better now. Decided to pee. Did it. But then, couldn't find the flush. It was a strange toilet. Everywhere, there were just symbols. I couldn't understand any of them. There was nothing written anywhere. I tried pushing whatever button-like things I could find hoping that something would burst the flush. I also started thinking what I would do if I did not find the right button. I could come out, but what if one of the Airhostesses saw me while coming out and came to know that I didn't flush the toilet. It would be embarrassing. So I kept trying. After numerous hits and trials, I got the right button. It was a wonderful flush. Unlike the western toilets everywhere in India, this one had a way of sucking the water and everything in. At that time I thought, that may be, only aeroplanes have such flushes. But later I found that that's the way flushes work everywhere in America.
I came out and sat on my seat. Mine was not the window seat, but was the one beside it. I stopped expecting someone to turn up to sit at the window. I started to check out the LCD screen at the back of the seat in front of me. I found that there was no head-phone at my seat but there was one at the window-seat. I quietly took that head-phone. Let the window-seat guy/gal get his/her own headphone from the airhostess, if at all he/she comes - I thought.
Very soon I figured out how to play the video. As I was browsing to check what all programs were available, there was an anouncement and the video changed on its own. Unlike in domestic flights, the Safety Instructions were not performed by an airhostess. Instead, a video was played on all the LCD screens. I was disappointed. I wanted to turn it off. But I couldn't. The switches and buttons don't work when something important is played for all the passengers or even when there is an announcement.
Soon, the Aeroplane took off! I did vakra tunda maha kaya, gajaanana padmaarkam and yaakundendu tushaarahaara dhawala...childhood habit :D Bye Bye India!
To Be Continued...
I am sure these Airlines allot seats such that people are not made to sit with strangers. I would want to believe that. Otherwise why would they always keep me alone at one of the corner seats? (There are 2 of them) They don't check thobdas before assigning seat numbers...do they? It might be possible...perhaps that's the reason why those hot gals at the checkin counters say hi to me with a smile and bye without any and then possibly ensure that there is no hot gal around my seat while giving me a seat number. The first 15-20 minutes after entering the plane are always spent in aticipation that some young hot gal would come and sit by my side. But another side of me, and the one which dominates my thinking more, doesn't want anyone around, coz I wouldn't feel comfortable sitting beside a hot gal anyway. And of course, I don't want a guy's company.
I have one usool. Either stay alone or with a gal. It's about room-mates. Another theory of mine says that it is very difficult to stay with a gal. So I stay alone :D Same applies to even humsafars during safars.
After I settled down a little bit, I couldn't stop wondering about where the toilet was located. i.e., Loo (- for people who don't understand or stopped understanding toilet)...Jet Airways have beautiful Air-Hostesses. They are cute, polite, sensitive, understanding, caring, emotional... uff... sorry, I got carried away in thoughts...gals!!!...what was I saying?
Haan, toilet. These Airhostesses divide the Aircraft among themselves into blocks and concentrate on their own blocks. My block had a guy too - Airhost? What do you call them otherwise? Reminds me of the movie Meet the Parents. What do u call a guy-nurse? I mean nurse sounds feminine. Airhostess is even gramatically feminine.
Sorry I get digress too much...now back again to toilet...I asked the Airhostess who serving in my side of the aircraft where the toilet was. I was surprized to find it right behind me coz as I metioned earlier, mine was the last-row-corner-seat. I felt like an abandoned passenger :-(. I examined the toilet door. It looked weird. I wondered how to open it. I pushed it. It bent at the middle and I saw where I could go inside from. Trying to postpone for future, the thought of how I would come out of the toilet, I went inside, examined the door again and found a way to latch it.
I quickly took out my comb from my pocket and ran it through my hair for 2 minutes. It was great relief. I felt better now. Decided to pee. Did it. But then, couldn't find the flush. It was a strange toilet. Everywhere, there were just symbols. I couldn't understand any of them. There was nothing written anywhere. I tried pushing whatever button-like things I could find hoping that something would burst the flush. I also started thinking what I would do if I did not find the right button. I could come out, but what if one of the Airhostesses saw me while coming out and came to know that I didn't flush the toilet. It would be embarrassing. So I kept trying. After numerous hits and trials, I got the right button. It was a wonderful flush. Unlike the western toilets everywhere in India, this one had a way of sucking the water and everything in. At that time I thought, that may be, only aeroplanes have such flushes. But later I found that that's the way flushes work everywhere in America.
I came out and sat on my seat. Mine was not the window seat, but was the one beside it. I stopped expecting someone to turn up to sit at the window. I started to check out the LCD screen at the back of the seat in front of me. I found that there was no head-phone at my seat but there was one at the window-seat. I quietly took that head-phone. Let the window-seat guy/gal get his/her own headphone from the airhostess, if at all he/she comes - I thought.
Very soon I figured out how to play the video. As I was browsing to check what all programs were available, there was an anouncement and the video changed on its own. Unlike in domestic flights, the Safety Instructions were not performed by an airhostess. Instead, a video was played on all the LCD screens. I was disappointed. I wanted to turn it off. But I couldn't. The switches and buttons don't work when something important is played for all the passengers or even when there is an announcement.
Soon, the Aeroplane took off! I did vakra tunda maha kaya, gajaanana padmaarkam and yaakundendu tushaarahaara dhawala...childhood habit :D Bye Bye India!
To Be Continued...
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