I have come to Dubai to visit my friend who has an ailing cat! Well also to have a decadent 3 day holiday with her!
There is some sort of problem with me and flights! I think I have greatly wronged a pilot in my earlier life. The plane must have been crashing, and I must have jumped out before him, or some such other misdeed!
The first alarm bells of panic rang true in my head was when we were put on a bus to reach the plane. I mean you just dont do that anymore! The bus took off at the slowest speed possible. And it went on and on and on. I though we had reached Dharavi and were being kidnapped for one day slave labour. My doubts felt even more valid when I saw a busload of passengers pass our way towards the airport, and they all looked really really exhausted! Meanwhile the bus went on and on and by now I had started feeling that we were going to be driven to Dubai. I cursed my self for not taking a seat and thinking I could handle this journey standing, holding on to the handle bars overhead. The worst thing about standing in a bus with arms out stretched, holding on to handle bars, is that even the others do it. And not all are hygenic. And some dont bathe and yet others who think soap is not meant for the armpits!! I tell you its an all new experience trying to breathe through your mouth!
After what felt like a couple of hours, I spotted a plance, and my mind set at ease. I disconnected the call i had placed to Madhur, to inform him about my impending kidnapping. But the plance started moving, and I pulled out my phone once more. Just then we rounded a corner and I saw another 12 odd planes of the same airline and was somewhat relieved. Short term relief. The bus stopped infront of the plane, we all armed ourselves with our bags, but the gates did not open. While the others stood patiently, I had imagine all sorts of wicked people waiting to do wicked things to us.
But the bus opened eventually, and with no apology we were ushered into the plane.
And there ended my misadventure. No babies yelling into my face, no man drunk and making lewd noises.
I landed in Dubai, and went and hugged my friend with the ailing cat.
There is some sort of problem with me and flights! I think I have greatly wronged a pilot in my earlier life. The plane must have been crashing, and I must have jumped out before him, or some such other misdeed!
The first alarm bells of panic rang true in my head was when we were put on a bus to reach the plane. I mean you just dont do that anymore! The bus took off at the slowest speed possible. And it went on and on and on. I though we had reached Dharavi and were being kidnapped for one day slave labour. My doubts felt even more valid when I saw a busload of passengers pass our way towards the airport, and they all looked really really exhausted! Meanwhile the bus went on and on and by now I had started feeling that we were going to be driven to Dubai. I cursed my self for not taking a seat and thinking I could handle this journey standing, holding on to the handle bars overhead. The worst thing about standing in a bus with arms out stretched, holding on to handle bars, is that even the others do it. And not all are hygenic. And some dont bathe and yet others who think soap is not meant for the armpits!! I tell you its an all new experience trying to breathe through your mouth!
After what felt like a couple of hours, I spotted a plance, and my mind set at ease. I disconnected the call i had placed to Madhur, to inform him about my impending kidnapping. But the plance started moving, and I pulled out my phone once more. Just then we rounded a corner and I saw another 12 odd planes of the same airline and was somewhat relieved. Short term relief. The bus stopped infront of the plane, we all armed ourselves with our bags, but the gates did not open. While the others stood patiently, I had imagine all sorts of wicked people waiting to do wicked things to us.
But the bus opened eventually, and with no apology we were ushered into the plane.
And there ended my misadventure. No babies yelling into my face, no man drunk and making lewd noises.
I landed in Dubai, and went and hugged my friend with the ailing cat.
