Bonjour my dear readers! Wonder why I am abruptly acting all Italiano?! Well, may be it’s because of the vestiges from my last birth. Now you must be in awe thinking if I stumbled across and lost my screws in the process as I’m not only acting wacky but also eerie at the same time. Hold on right there.. Let me put some brakes on those racing thoughts on Wheels! I’m a huge fan of Italian food and at the moment craving for some tasty pastas and succulent breads J Food shall certainly be my topic of choice after I get saturated pondering my lexis on appi (or until you guys stop reading my blogs, whichever comes first :P )
What was I blogging about? U see, food indisputably helps forget all kinds of situations(unless you are a food critic and only doing your job for a living)- Ah, I can hear the mutters from folks who indulge in “The Act of Quaffing”- in simple words, the ones whom I have heard to enjoy the pleasure of flying without owning any wings! Alright- Food & Drinks are the foremost delights in the world. Just to quote an example (being an engineering student, it’s the assumption that examples score more marks than the explanation itself:-D u see old habits die hard) Anyway - Christopher Columbus’s expedition to reach India, was not solely due to his adventurous nature or because he was unmarried (as per a joke which highlights the effects of matrimony on the freedom of a man); But due to the fact that the access to spices aka food were blocked!
Before appi breaks out of his normal enduring mode and decides to kill me for wandering around all topics in the world instead of blogging how his 25th birthday was celebrated & also for being almost 15 days late in penning down what I felt, I would like to begin the same and promise to forget about Food/Marriage for now J Isn’t that kind of me to not talk about things, or rather the Only 2 things I’m worried about currently (of cos, it excludes appi).
Firstly, being so eager to meet appi and to commemorate his birth (Gosh, what a word to use, but I like the sophistication it brings along), an Indigo Flight had been booked on 14th June 17:45 IST, (the after effect of working for global IT companies) you are hereby permitted to assume that I own a private jet which flies on my command ;-) Being an on-timer sometimes and late comer all my life, it was nerve-wracking to wait for a staggering 80 minutes in an airport whose waiting lounge looks smaller than the 4th Block Jayanagar bus stand J I could have sat their listening to music until the boarding gates were opened and we were let loose to get on the flight (It’s just the feeling, which fools your mind momentarily) However, the waiting time made me grab a munch; Although the paneer tikka sandwich was overly priced for it's taste, money was a mere tool to get the clock ticking at that instance!(Thank God, there isn’t any shopping mall in Trivandrum Domestic Airport, he he) But the anxiety made me eat so quickly that I still had an hour to spare! (oops, food again!) Then I had to squander time staring at people and imagine the purpose of their trip to and fro God’s Own Country- Kerala! Some seemed to be there with a plain face- which clearly meant they were the frequent travellers, the ‘Wanna be Business Class’ passengers who are being forced to travel in economy by their beloved companies, Some were the visitors who were busy clicking away pictures of everything which came in their way – I did notice a lady who seemed to be of Chinese origin (I really cant categorize the population with tiny and almost hidden eyes into different countries you see)taking pictures of a bunch of red bananas which look weird even to me! J Then I saw an ample number of couples who seemed to be all happy and in their own world of joy – without question those were the newly weds! Finally it was a handful of north Indian families, or should I say Family as they all got along like one eventually! With no offense to the delicious savouries popular in the North – Each of the married women just seemed like Raj Kachori, Batura, Paneer Tikka’s wrapped in bright Orange,red,green salwar kameezs with loads of Lakme presentation!(oh ho, food yet again!) It was a piteous site to watch their equally sautéed husbands dutifully follow the order and ensure the food supply exceeded the demand at all times. As you can see, food did use up my time but the thought of appi hadn’t left my mind for a minute amongst all the above distractions.
Now that I was successful in spending time and the much awaited boarding call was made, it was testing to wait in the queue as the aunties had to dig through their food bags, enquire the million relatives in attendance and then present the ticket! Finally, having got on the flight it was nice to know that I had been allocated a seat in-line with the emergency exit which initially was a relief because it meant nobody else sits next to you but turned out to be annoying as I had to face the robotic make-up painted air-hostesses lecture for 15 minutes on operating the exit if a need arose! Even the most serious, life saving act was given a miss by my brain! Thanks to appi’s thoughts which were cancerously growing away. At that very moment, I just felt like jumping out of the exit because the fretfulness had taken over my patience and was now playing the “I’m the boss game!” Although, we did start ten minutes early, a mere journey of less than 70 minutes seemed like a century. I tried to watch a movie, listen to music and gaze at the beautiful clouds which were offering resistance to the plane carrying over 50 people but nothing helped and I was eventually left restless in my seat, waiting for the touch-down. Due to bad weather the plane had to circle a couple more miles before the captain decided to call it a ride! Like they say, time tests you the most when you are waiting for it! Of all days, this was the day it had selected for me - Grrrrrr. After claiming the bag from the baggage counter- which happened to be the last one out; I rushed to the exit to see appi. There he was, waiting excitedly. I don’t think I can explain that moment’s outburst in words. It was ecstasy to the core.
To be Continued...
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