FIRST FLIGHT RANTINGS

The sky does look like a farm of cotton balls from above. As the smell of ready to eat noodles instigated my hunger pangs, the glance at flight menu suddenly caused a nose block. Greedy airline corporations trying to rip off poor passengers, just because unlike trains there are no visible competitive vendors outside the window. On second thoughts, noticing a food vendor over the field of cotton balls would have been pretty alarming. I can already see the wing of the plane shaking a bit. In case the wing gets completely ripped off the plane, I want to skydive at least, for compensation of the fees paid for reaching Bangalore. Because then that’s not going to happen.

Or I think I’ll even find it compensated if I could see the little girl sitting just behind me, being pushed off the plane without a wing, for skidiving, enjoying her scream growing distant along with her. Otherwise I will have to bear her kickings at the back of my seat for two whole hours.

I caught a glimpse of Saba Karim back at the boarding airport. He looked as disintersted in life as he looks on screen. I also crossed paths with that old dadaji from MDH spices ads. The one who always wears turban, gives aashirwaad and holds hands joined in namaste.

Apparently, the owner. So, as it turns out, he is always wearing that turban and has hands closed in namaste. As his wheelchair was wheeled off in front of me, I saw him namasteying his way off to his flight. It was really difficult to control my urge to whisper “Asli Masale Sach Sach” in his ears as he passed by. It would have been more dope in case he would have completed the jingle replying “MDH, MDH!”

This little girl has now made herself eligible for a free skidiving trip in an all functional plane via the continuous demonstration of her ever increasing noise production skills.

Too much for my first solo flight.

P.S. This pilot needs to learn the basics of flying an airplane. I think his father never taught him riding the bicycle on a straight line without wobbling.