Flights are the last place where you would think you would meet the man of your dreams. At least I never thought I would meet a candidate for my Mr.Right position. I usually meet middle aged, sex hungry looking men and women who yell in a shrieking tone 24*7 whenever I travel
by train or plane. All of us check the list of co-passengers while travelling by train and see the age and sex section specially, don't we?
I was going to Delhi for my internship.This was my 2nd journey by flight when I was travelling a-l-o-n-e. Alone meant:
1)No parents watchful eyes on your every move. Even if you wanted to go to the loo, our parents would give us dark looks as if we were going to have sex in the loo.
2)Freedom to eat whatever we want, that is even the most horrible looking food,freedom to stare at whoever we want.Freedom in general.
The disadvantage was that I couldn't use the loo whenever I wanted since I had my luggage to take care of.After controlling for an hour, I had to ask a helper in the airport to keep a watch over my luggage for a minute.That @Q$!@%$% smirked slyly when I came back.Gah.
I noticed a group of boys sitting with what looked like 15-20 cricket kits near the check-in counter.I ignored them since I noticed through the corner of my eye that my mom was still eyeing me through the glass doors.After check-in,and after getting my boarding pass I noticed all of them clambering into my bus (!!!) Whoopie!I tried all my tricks of watching through the corner of eye to see where they were from. It all failed.
Finally,I was seated.2 seats empty next to me.Lalala.Ek ke saath ek free,it seemed.2 sardars from that team came next to me.Grump.I have nothing against sardars but they were just okay looking.I turned back and caught one guy's eyes.And later caught many guy's eyes.
This looked too desperate.I turned back and pretended to be very interested in looking outside the window at a guy who was talking on a walkie talkie. I heard some shifting next to me. Ooooh. The sardar next to me had got up and the guy who's eyes had met mine the first time, sat down in his place. I looked away from him and continued looking outside,barely concealing my huge grin. I turned to wear my seatbelt.I couldn't find it :- I told the guy next to me in an icy tone that it was my seatbelt he was wearing. He gave me a W-T-F-is-wrong-with-you look and stuck his hand in between our seats and brought out my seatbelt. Errr.I tried to grin but was unsuccessful. Sir himself wasn't too pleased. He looked away and kept whispering with the other sardar.
So far so really bad. What happens next? Did we start talking? Watch this space for more...
P.S.- This is a true-life incident.I kid you not.