When
I approaching Dubai Airport, Terminal -1, I given a formal thanks to my
Pakistani driver who collected my passport from Office. Also, bestow one more thanks to Khan Bhai for his so called ‘advise’ for my vacation.
The lady who issued me boarding pass gifted an striking smile and while issuing blue colour boarding pass, she given a good message “Sir, hand luggage is less than the allowed and if you wish you can buy 04 Kg extra from Dutyfree shop’
When
I was standing in queue before the access gate of flight, I noticed the unusual
feelings of people with smile, pleasure and the eagerness of their mind to
reach home. Some guys are calling home with the coating of sweetness of love. More than half of the passengers are going to
home after one or two years. Their mind is ticking to see family and enjoy the
period with them (better to tell parole!). They want to release their suppressed
feelings of home, love, affection and sex. They are staying in camp and congested
rooms; with the pressure of work from one end and money matters and its tension
from other end - family. Bleeding for
Company at day and for bedbugs at night!
Now the cork of all the suppressed feeling is going to open - within a
short span of four hours journey. The
mood which I can see in the faces of passengers standing in the queue is
amazing and rejuvenating.
One
guy cannot control his temper and giving continuous kiss to his wife and
telling her “darling don’t worry, I will
reach within few hours you know”.
As
usual, some patience-less guys are generating little rush in front of the final
checking personnel and they are trying to console their customers with charming
smile and words.
I just
took my fresh book ‘The Secret Wish List’ of Preeti Shenoy. While I am passing
through the tender love of Diksha and Ankit, one modest announcement of flight
crew made hue and cry in front of the gate before the flight.
One
lady gave us a warm welcome with an attractive smile. My mind says me ‘she is looking like Dikhsa’!
Inside
the flight, people are busy to search their seat (it seems, if they are not discover
their seat early, somebody usurp and sit there) and adjusting their hand
luggage inside the cabin.
Yes,
we the so called ‘cattle class’ are
ready to fly from Dubai to Thirivananthapuram !
Lady
cabin crews are busy with assisting passengers by keeping their hand luggage
inside the cabin and adjusting the spaces. I saw one pretty crew standing on
the handle of seat to adjust the cabin luggage inside, but before completing the
assignment, her foot slipped and within a fraction of second, she fall down on
the passage in between the seat. She fall on a nonagenarian with a “hoooo..” sound. Before somebody trying
to help her, she recovered from the distress and pleads “sorry… sorry” to that nonagenarian. After few minutes again she turned
and asked to him gentle man “sir, did I
hurt you??” He replied with a smile “no..
it’s ok”. I stared him. Difficult to
read the mind of man!
The
captain of flight started talking in a lazy mood with an introduction and
giving thanks to passengers for selecting his flight. His sound reflects like a student who is
exhausted after completing his home work!
The
flight is going to reach thirty thousand feet above! The clouds are looking
like heaps of cotton decorating the blue sky. My ear getting blocking in
between and I can hear the sound of engine in different tone.
Another
lady cabin crew appeared in front of us with some demonstration stuff and started
her action song. I gazed her face,
she is trying to hide a smile and doing the mime
with utmost dedication. Actually this demonstration generated some kind fear on
my mind and I started to think about the mishap and missing of recent Malaysian
flight MH 370.
I had
done few minutes research on her costumes and cosmetics. Pink lipstick, red nail
polish, gentle hair style and sky blue colour dress. Her smile is good, body
language is better and facial expression is superb.
While
we are in thirty thousand feet above, I opened my laptop. Cabin venders (not street venders) started their sale.
Actually they are versatile. Welcoming, announcing, demonstrating, selling precious sandwich, coffee, water etc., helping
and guiding.
Passengers
are enjoying the costly sandwiches,
noodles, mineral water. Some guys are staring on the menu card and cursing the
prices mentioned in US Dollar.
“Ladies
and Gentlemen, we are now above thirty two thousand feet……”. Nobody is bothered
about the announcement of Captain.
The
snoring sound of somebody from my back seat disturbed my laptop exercise. I checked the source of sound. One guy is
sleeping peacefully and hurting the peace of all others. Its looks like he is
sleeping first time in his life.
After
45 minutes, I closed my laptop and resumed reading. As I am going through the
world of Diksha and Ankit, I forgot my surroundings totally. Diksha’s teenage love
and troubles in marriage with another man is started haunting me as well.
After
few minutes, one soft doze peeped into my eye lids, then increased its weight and
ultimately forced eyes to close!
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The
sudden announcement of captain astonished my eyelids from sleep. I gazed on the
window and immediately recognized that I am reaching the God’s Own Country! The
green blanket of coconut trees welcoming our flight.
Some
simple mayhem started inside the
flight. Announcement is still going on and cabin crews are insisting passengers
do not stampede before landing the flight. But the passengers are not in a mood
to listen either captain or cabin crews. They are busy to pull out their cabin
luggage and make the passage as a busy market. It seems flight is falling down
to sea and all are trying to escape through emergency exit !
“Shit….
You can’t see…. Are you mad or going to die??”
Somebody
is shouting. And others are laughing. The fact is while one guy pulling out his
bag from cabin, nearby suitcase slipped and fall down to somebody’s head. The shouting
is generating from that ill fated bald head!
I
am still sitting in seat. Let the busy guys go first and wait at baggage
collection area!
I am
going to touch my home land, slowly and slowly. Goosebumps are generating in my
body.
The
cabin crews are standing in front of the exit gate given a charming smile with
thanks for using their flight. Their ‘goodbye’ gave a hail to the sweetness and
freshness of my home.
A
cozy breeze giggled on my face and it said to me “Welcome back to Motherland”
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Note: This is the story I wrote on-board during my trip to Dubai to Trivandrum on 1st May 2014 (except last few paragraphs).
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