When I got my wings, i flew too
It was never there on the charts to fly. Never thought that a foreign trip was the single way to solace. Call it an egoistic attitude or pure arrogance. That has been the way my thoughts went, but was always curious of the feeling of flying and I honestly had longed for it.
I had been to the airport a 100 times, but never inside one. I had picked up a thousand friends who landed, but none got the opportunity to pick me up, because I had never touched the skies till 8th of Oct 2006 when I had to travel for business and that too to one of the most beautiful country on earth, Deutschland.
A long wait coming to an end, and when the travel is for business, the thrill is more. My room mates who hardly find time to be on earth compared to their flying hours were eager and battling to teach me the gyan on flying... one says the champagne is better than the food, the other says he likes a combination of both, the third says drink as many wine as possible and go to sleep! I was sitting there wondering what to do and not to, but it was fun.
The previous day was a party night at one of the wildest place available outside Bangalore. My friend and I drove down home early morning, Midnight we both had a flight to catch...
It took me 3 hours to pack and set go, a casual attitude for a first timer for which I paid the price later. Nevertheless, there was no bang bong about anything. My friends who were coming along had the heart to help out this first timer in what ever he failed to understand.
The emigration was the funniest and frightening part that I had ever had to face. At the counter the officer would scan my passport and then look at me from toe to my head and then again scan my passport. The officer would tell me nothing And then i asked "Sir what’s the issue?"… He stared at me and said ....Sab se bath karo :) pointing at an old man sitting at another desk. I headed towards him, handed over my documents. He looked at me with an eye of suspicion and started brushing his mustache. I stood there wondering, am I going up to the skies or down to the interrogation room.. Do i really look like a criminal? Wasn’t I happy watching TV back home a few hours before? Is this all worth it??? Questions started knocking my head to which I was busy hunting answers for. Not before i could convincingly answer a few questions to my selves the old man gave his verdict, Jaoo ...(almost a get lost but thank god, he pointed towards the waiting area).. I gave out a sigh of relief. I was cleared of all virtual charges that was there in the charge sheet of my mind.... I realized that I had a mind that could think and imagine beyond reality. What all I had thought, a fight with the customs officer, a court of enquiry, running away.. Everything got shattered in a jiffy. Good for me.. I am going..
I spend rest of my time waiting at the airport curiously to see the shuttle that would give me wings to fly. Not less than 3 hours in that horrible seat, came the call of destiny "All passengers kindly board the flight". I walked past all the beautiful women who would smile and wish me a safe flight. I love that part.. it gives you a great feeling...I took a turn and there she stands in all her might, an Air France Boeing 747... i went crazy looking at her beauty, She was gorgeous, huge and powerful.
It did not take time for her to gear up and lift another first time flier in her palms to the awaiting skies of future!
I had been to the airport a 100 times, but never inside one. I had picked up a thousand friends who landed, but none got the opportunity to pick me up, because I had never touched the skies till 8th of Oct 2006 when I had to travel for business and that too to one of the most beautiful country on earth, Deutschland.
A long wait coming to an end, and when the travel is for business, the thrill is more. My room mates who hardly find time to be on earth compared to their flying hours were eager and battling to teach me the gyan on flying... one says the champagne is better than the food, the other says he likes a combination of both, the third says drink as many wine as possible and go to sleep! I was sitting there wondering what to do and not to, but it was fun.
The previous day was a party night at one of the wildest place available outside Bangalore. My friend and I drove down home early morning, Midnight we both had a flight to catch...
It took me 3 hours to pack and set go, a casual attitude for a first timer for which I paid the price later. Nevertheless, there was no bang bong about anything. My friends who were coming along had the heart to help out this first timer in what ever he failed to understand.
The emigration was the funniest and frightening part that I had ever had to face. At the counter the officer would scan my passport and then look at me from toe to my head and then again scan my passport. The officer would tell me nothing And then i asked "Sir what’s the issue?"… He stared at me and said ....Sab se bath karo :) pointing at an old man sitting at another desk. I headed towards him, handed over my documents. He looked at me with an eye of suspicion and started brushing his mustache. I stood there wondering, am I going up to the skies or down to the interrogation room.. Do i really look like a criminal? Wasn’t I happy watching TV back home a few hours before? Is this all worth it??? Questions started knocking my head to which I was busy hunting answers for. Not before i could convincingly answer a few questions to my selves the old man gave his verdict, Jaoo ...(almost a get lost but thank god, he pointed towards the waiting area).. I gave out a sigh of relief. I was cleared of all virtual charges that was there in the charge sheet of my mind.... I realized that I had a mind that could think and imagine beyond reality. What all I had thought, a fight with the customs officer, a court of enquiry, running away.. Everything got shattered in a jiffy. Good for me.. I am going..
I spend rest of my time waiting at the airport curiously to see the shuttle that would give me wings to fly. Not less than 3 hours in that horrible seat, came the call of destiny "All passengers kindly board the flight". I walked past all the beautiful women who would smile and wish me a safe flight. I love that part.. it gives you a great feeling...I took a turn and there she stands in all her might, an Air France Boeing 747... i went crazy looking at her beauty, She was gorgeous, huge and powerful.
It did not take time for her to gear up and lift another first time flier in her palms to the awaiting skies of future!
posted by Anumodh at 12:53 AM
1 Comments:
I'm sure you would have flown quite a few times, in your imagination, before you actually did it..champagne and beautiful women, india is nowhere near deutscheland in that matter,I guess....Know what, the best part about the blog is self realisation - aap tho lagte hi hai dawood ke chote bhai....par afsos is baat ki hai, airport ke saab ne aapko pehchanne mein galti ki....
jo bhi ho, first timer ki galtiyan agli bar mat kijiyega.... Jokes apart, the thrill and the longing of such a trip has been beautifully portrayed....Let the electric thoughts go on.........
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