I started from India at mid-night. It wasn't dark for long outside the Aeroplane window. And once it got sunny outside, it stayed like that all throughout my journey till Chicago. Somebody can try to explain how clocks and planes moved to create that effect.
The shutters were always kept closed so that it stayed dark inside the plane. I often used to raise it a little to get a glimpse of the clouds outside. Sadly nobody else seemed so curious. The LCD had a lot of channels. One of them constantly showed the plane's position on the world map. I felt elated to see my plane flying above so many countries. I was particularly thrilled when we were flying over Afghanistan and Iraq. I tried to see down through the window hoping to get a view of the barren lands and the remains of buildings destroyed during wars that are often shown on TV. But I could hardly see anything from that height. There were clouds below the plane that blocked all view. Wonder how the pilot sees the path in these murky skies.
The last line was a joke. I didn't want to put :P or :D or :) or :)) after it. Sometimes I hate using these. Perhaps it is the weakness of our writing skills that we need smileys to express emotions and fail to produce the desired effect without those.
The LCD was fully loaded with movies. I watched some good scenes of Phir Hera Pheri, and Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna by fast-forwarding, watched the 2nd half of Bhagam-Bhaag for commedy, then an episode of Friends. Drinks were served, and I had 2 Vodkas. Then I watched a very nice and senti English movie. I cannot recall its name or what it was about. All I remember is that it was very nice and senti. I also slept a little.
The flight was quite comfortable. I never felt even slight pain though I sat in the same position for so many hours. I also figured that if you put on ear-phones and continuously play some music etc., you don't get that uncomfortable feeling in the ears during the flight.
Early in the morning, the scene in the Plane was not very different from that in a Railway Train in India. People were brushing their teeth, there were queues to use the toilet, women doing make-up, kids shouting...
I once went to Chennai in a 2nd Class Railway compartment. The train was reaching Chennai early in the morning. In my comparment, most of the people even took bath in the toilets, came back in towels, did puja and then got dressed. Nowhere else does it get so crazy as it does in and around Chennai, even outside the trains.
Coming back to my Air Plane... I also freshened up early in the morning. Breakfast was served after that. The Air Hostess gave me something which looked like a Patties. I asked her what that was. She said some name. I had never heard it, nor did I understand it properly. She told me 2-3 times when I kept asking what what what. I gave up on the name and asked whether it was vegetarian. She couldn't stop herself from laughing, put the thing in my hand and went away. The thing was actually bread. It looked so weird. It had an external cover resembling that of our Cream-Roll that we get on our Railway Platforms. Can someone tell me the name of this kind of bread which, it seems, most angrej people have for breakfast?
It is tough to talk to very beautiful gals. You can avoid most of the times, but not always. Like you cannot avoid talking to an Air Hostess in an Aeroplane. She will come again and again, smile at you and ask you stuff you won't understand a word of. You will ask her to repeat. She will repeat. But that won't help a bit. You will ask again. Finally you will say a "Yes" or "No", she will do what she likes and that will settle the matter. Unless you are a gal. Gals settle matters differently.
And sometimes it gets very hard to ignore the Air Hostesses. Like whenever I am in a plane and an Air Hostess is around my seat, serving a passenger one row in front or behind and I am the next to be served, I start turning to look at her again and again just to check if she is done and is coming to me. Also to observe what others are asking for so that I have some idea of what normal people eat and drink and what things are available with the Airhostess in the first place. Sometimes, like in Air Deccan, where you have to pay if you want to have anything, I turn again and again in just preparing to say "No I don't want anything" in the right way. But my turning again and again increases her bhaav. So nowadays, I start looking out of the window or at the LCD as soon as I see an Air Hostess around and turn to her only when she calls me. But I feel guilty - she might be thinking I am eating bhaav :-(
The plane reached the London Airport at exactly 7.00 AM London-Time. I came to know that the standard time in the UK is ahead of GMT by an hour. Found just now from www.greenwichmeantime.com that British Time is 1 hour ahead of GMT during summer (March-October) and is the same as GMT during the rest of the year.
To Be Continued...
The shutters were always kept closed so that it stayed dark inside the plane. I often used to raise it a little to get a glimpse of the clouds outside. Sadly nobody else seemed so curious. The LCD had a lot of channels. One of them constantly showed the plane's position on the world map. I felt elated to see my plane flying above so many countries. I was particularly thrilled when we were flying over Afghanistan and Iraq. I tried to see down through the window hoping to get a view of the barren lands and the remains of buildings destroyed during wars that are often shown on TV. But I could hardly see anything from that height. There were clouds below the plane that blocked all view. Wonder how the pilot sees the path in these murky skies.
The last line was a joke. I didn't want to put :P or :D or :) or :)) after it. Sometimes I hate using these. Perhaps it is the weakness of our writing skills that we need smileys to express emotions and fail to produce the desired effect without those.
The LCD was fully loaded with movies. I watched some good scenes of Phir Hera Pheri, and Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna by fast-forwarding, watched the 2nd half of Bhagam-Bhaag for commedy, then an episode of Friends. Drinks were served, and I had 2 Vodkas. Then I watched a very nice and senti English movie. I cannot recall its name or what it was about. All I remember is that it was very nice and senti. I also slept a little.
The flight was quite comfortable. I never felt even slight pain though I sat in the same position for so many hours. I also figured that if you put on ear-phones and continuously play some music etc., you don't get that uncomfortable feeling in the ears during the flight.
Early in the morning, the scene in the Plane was not very different from that in a Railway Train in India. People were brushing their teeth, there were queues to use the toilet, women doing make-up, kids shouting...
I once went to Chennai in a 2nd Class Railway compartment. The train was reaching Chennai early in the morning. In my comparment, most of the people even took bath in the toilets, came back in towels, did puja and then got dressed. Nowhere else does it get so crazy as it does in and around Chennai, even outside the trains.
Coming back to my Air Plane... I also freshened up early in the morning. Breakfast was served after that. The Air Hostess gave me something which looked like a Patties. I asked her what that was. She said some name. I had never heard it, nor did I understand it properly. She told me 2-3 times when I kept asking what what what. I gave up on the name and asked whether it was vegetarian. She couldn't stop herself from laughing, put the thing in my hand and went away. The thing was actually bread. It looked so weird. It had an external cover resembling that of our Cream-Roll that we get on our Railway Platforms. Can someone tell me the name of this kind of bread which, it seems, most angrej people have for breakfast?
It is tough to talk to very beautiful gals. You can avoid most of the times, but not always. Like you cannot avoid talking to an Air Hostess in an Aeroplane. She will come again and again, smile at you and ask you stuff you won't understand a word of. You will ask her to repeat. She will repeat. But that won't help a bit. You will ask again. Finally you will say a "Yes" or "No", she will do what she likes and that will settle the matter. Unless you are a gal. Gals settle matters differently.
And sometimes it gets very hard to ignore the Air Hostesses. Like whenever I am in a plane and an Air Hostess is around my seat, serving a passenger one row in front or behind and I am the next to be served, I start turning to look at her again and again just to check if she is done and is coming to me. Also to observe what others are asking for so that I have some idea of what normal people eat and drink and what things are available with the Airhostess in the first place. Sometimes, like in Air Deccan, where you have to pay if you want to have anything, I turn again and again in just preparing to say "No I don't want anything" in the right way. But my turning again and again increases her bhaav. So nowadays, I start looking out of the window or at the LCD as soon as I see an Air Hostess around and turn to her only when she calls me. But I feel guilty - she might be thinking I am eating bhaav :-(
The plane reached the London Airport at exactly 7.00 AM London-Time. I came to know that the standard time in the UK is ahead of GMT by an hour. Found just now from www.greenwichmeantime.com that British Time is 1 hour ahead of GMT during summer (March-October) and is the same as GMT during the rest of the year.
To Be Continued...
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