On the night of my journey i was overfed by my mother with all the south indian rasam rice and curd rice with absolutely no atom of space in my poor stomach. The best part of it is that with all that food stock in ur stomach you are expected to rise in 4 hours flat so that i can start in time to the airport. I am skipping the formalities at the airport and the seating in the flight to prevent the readers getting bored. But one thing worth mentioning is that the procedures of filling the forms and answering questions makes you so tensed and serious that you go into selective amnesia on smiling. I realized this when the English pilot at the entrance of the British Airways flight reminded me that i looked better with a smile (nice way of demanding politeness when they wish you good morning).
After patiently waiting for the hefty uncles and portly aunties to thrust their overstuffed bags into the small overhead cabins, i get to go to my seat expecting to finally seat myself on the specially requested window seat. Ah, how can i be so optimistic with my expectation? Because i waited for the uncles and aunties on the way i managed to lose my space in the cabin to my co-seaters who carried all their world into big hand bags. May be BA should revisit their cabin design and planning, especially for flights starting from India. I am happy i dint find kids being put into the cabin.
After finding some space in the 7th row from my seat, i managed to place my hand-baggage in the overhead cabin and also managed to get my window seat. I was expecting to see the night and day shift as we cross countries. But i realized that i will miss it anyways becos i will be too tired to notice that. Seeing that i was very disappointed with his plans, GOD decided to do some good to me to earn back his lost trust. He went into the minds of the lovely old couple seated beside me, who were probably on their way to meet their NRI son, and made them to move to the back row that was entirely empty. Can you imagine that ! I now have one full row of seat for myself to stretch and sleep on, though little did i sleep owing to the constant distraction from the fellow passengers who believe that walking in the flight will let them burn calories or improve their kids' walkign skills. Sometimes i wonder how so many people manage to have kids (almost of the same age) at the same time...is there some conspiracy that i m missing?
Heathrow girls were amazing. They really look like the ones they show on the TV and movies, short ( i mean real short) skirts and tube tops with a very thin frame. I guess even if i starved for half my life i wouldnt get to that size. The airport was huge and full of people. The best part of it is the security check, u have to remove ur coat, shoes, belt and the rest can be retained as they will undergo vigorous frisking. I have to collect these and run to the nearest restroom to re-assemble these things on myself and complete my attire.
Finally i manage to board the flight to Washington where i see a pack of school girls occupying my adjacent seat. I still dont understand why they stared at me like i was from out of the world...excuse me, i thought i was quite fashionable in my city. To save myself more embarassment i turned to my right only to face a very young romantic couple. I understand they love each other but couldnt figure out why they had to prove it by placing their hands in each others' coat. The girl went for a wine while the guy refused to take anything and i could immediately imagine how wierd it would be if my mom drank wine and my dad helped her with one. That was my first taste of the true western culture !
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