Close call

“Groan”
“Yawn”
“What?!
“What the !@#$%”
“aiyo”
“Hey bhagwan”

Emotions that came out of different kinds of individuals when they came to know that the gate no has been shifted from 224 to 216. After some time, the temperature intensified to alarming rate when they discovered that the gate no has been shifted again from 216 to 116. Pleasant words were exchanged (sorry not exchanged, since it was only one way communication) between the airport authorities and the passengers. The lowes overflowed so much that authorities ears started bleeding.

After finally settling inside, we patiently waited for the flight to take off.
15 mins … half hour.. 45 mins… one hour… 1hour and 15 mins… 1 and half hour.. 1hour and 45 mins and finally after 2 hours the pilot announced that they were ready to take off.

Passing the time was not a big deal for me. 3 chinki guys were sitting next to me. They looked pretty professionals with all suits and ties dotted on. Would be in their early thirties. One was making planes out of the napkins provided to him, another was sticking the feedback forms over the first one’s head and the last one was trying to capture the art with his mobile camera. After one point they became so noisy that the airhostess came to them and made them do “finger on your lips”. Only after they got calls from their head office, they hushed down.

Finally the plane took off and we were given menu cards and were asked to pick our choices. Totally there were 3 dishes and 2 of them were non veg. Yours sincerely, being one pure vegetarian asked for the only vegetarian dish – Avial curry. While I was waiting for my turn to come, one steward came and placed a plate in front of me. I gave him one quizzical look and asked him for avail curry. He told its Shavial. I thought he pronounced Avial as shavial and tried to correct him.

Avial?
Shavial mam!
Avial?
Shavial !!
No, I want the avail curry (Showing him the menu card)
Oh !! You didn’t ask for Shavial?
(Almost in tears!!) NO!!!
Oh!! Sorry mam!!!

I still don’t know what he meant by shavial.. ! Finally my Avial curry came and I happily scooped it in a spoon and placed it in my mouth. The minute I placed in my mouth, the colour of my face changed from turquoise blue to peacock green!! With the steward watching my reactions intently, I quietly kept the spoon down and gulped down water. In the end, I was very much contented with the bland coffee, dry bun and not so fresh fruits !!

The final blow came when the plane started shaking violently on air. Announcement was made by the pilot requesting us to put up our seat belts. After one point of time, one was able to hear “allaaaaaah” on my left side, “sai ram, sai ram, sai ram” chants on my right side and “oh lord!! jesus save us” at the back. Even the chinki guys were murmuring something. Though I tried to decipher what they were chatting but I was not able to understand. Amidst all these confusion, one fat guy was snoring away to glory. He got up only when his wife smacked his head!! First came a big roaring yawn and then only he understood the seriousness. Ultimate comedy was when the pilot warned us to gear up for a belly landing. The volume of the chants became louder and occasionally someone played along in the orchestra with sounds of burping and puking. We did have a rough landing. People even also got small bumps on head. Which looked like the bumps Tom cat gets in the Tom and Jerry cartoon series. People were walking like drunks when they were getting down from the plane. It was a complete circus!!

Thus an eventful day came to an end. The funny part was that I was so busy in observing others antics, that I forgot the seriousness of the situation at that time. The Funniest part was when one air hostess was busy watching me observing others and forgot her job and when she mentioned that when we were getting down. My reaction?!

“:D”

Tata.. Goodbye.. C ya.. I won't miss you.

Warning : Very Very long post!

Yeah! That was my exact reaction day before yesterday. And those farewells were to moi ex-phone *A wide smile on my phone showing all my teeth*. Finally, I got my new phone. So I am going to dedicate this post of mine to the terrible Samsung phone. Now what was the model no?! Even after being its owner for one and half years (actually more than that but I seriously don't remember the time) and even after getting tortured by it so much (No typing mistake. I didn't torture it. It was the other way round) I really am not able to remember the model no.

I got my first phone during the end of my first semester in the college. Till then I didn't had any hopes of buying a mobile since my parents didnt had any idea to get me one. But on one fateful night, thanks to Chennai traffic, I reached home very late. I had gone to Nandhini's house to work on one project and by the time I got bus back to home, it was quite late. And since I didn't own any phone, there was no communication with my parents at all during the travelling time. They freaked out and the very next day my mom (with a dejected look on her face) came with me to the nearby mobile shop near our house and got me Nokia 1600.

Our relationship was going quite strong until my dad eyed it and exchanged his phone with me. He gave me his Nokia to me. Now don't ask me the model no. But it was a very very old phone. Nokia has stopped its manufacturing long back. It was a basic phone with a big phone memory and the keypads as strong as Flintstones house!! Infact I dreaded touching my phone every time I used to get a msg in it. After few days of using it, my fingers started complaining and were always covered in bandages. I think you would have got an idea. And one fine day, it's display broke due to some reasons! So, again my mom (again with the same dejected look) came with me to the same shop and got me Samsung X210 (I googled now to find out the model no)

I still don't know why I got that phone. Actually I didn't had any choice. At that time mom didn't had any time to explore other shops and other phones and she gave me a mere budget of 4k! And only this phone suited her.

Till now I kept my mouth shut and bared all the tortures. But recently few keys in my phone stopped cooperating. No one, apart from me, was able to even accept a call with that keypad, leave alone typing one simple msg!!! From a very long time, I had an eye on Sony Ericsson walkman series. So after lots of convincing, cajoling, demanding and begging sessions with my parents, I finally got myself a Sony Ericsson W660i. That too with my hard earned money * again a wide grin*

I actually was in love with W810i and always wanted to buy that phone only. But unfortunately they stopped its manufacturing also :( :( :( *sniff sniff* After torturing the salesperson in about 9 shops, I finally convinced my mind to short list this one at one sony ericsson showroom (Though I don’t like the look of this phone that much)

So this is my advice to you ppl that please don’t go in for Samsung phones! At least that particular phone, otherwise you will also end up dedicating one post in your blog grumbling about your misfortune!!

And I know its late!! But still " HAPPY DIWALI" to all of you. Hope everyone had a safe diwali !!!! ;)

Driving in the hell would much more better.

It came in news that comedian Vivek was very unhappy since all his jokes revolved around serious subjects but no one took it seriously! Well, I would like to assure him that people do follow his jokes seriously. Especially one of his jokes in some movie, where he joked about people's driving skills in Chennai that people in Chennai put left indicator, put out their hand showing right direction but go straight!!!

During those days when I used to go to college by public transport, I used to waste lots of time waiting for the bus at bus stops. The time would be adequate enough for me to memorize one complete detail answer of 5 pages during my exam times. Whenever my mom called me asking me where I am, my answer would always be the same- Bus stop! I guess she got bored with this answer of mine so eventually I got my own bike recently. So now, everyday, I go to college by my scooty.

Today, early morning, at 7'o clock, two love birds were coochi cooing while driving!!!!!!! That guy was right in front of me and was driving his discover bike and at the same time was trying to stare into his girl friend eyes who was his pillion rider!! I was like"what the heck". In their romance, both of them didn't notice the fact that I was blaring my bike horn like anything, because of which now its sounding as if it has got cold. I so wanted to tell them that there are places like fruit shops, coffee day where they can continue their romance but I chose to shut my mouth and continue with my journey as I was not in a mood to argue with anyone at that time.

Another instance is, everyday, whenever I start from house to go to college, I get stuck at traffic at one particular road everytime. Now everytime few college guys also get stuck and sometimes when I overtake them at any instance, they will take it as a big insult! How dare a mere scooty overtake my Pulsar bike!! With this thought in mind, they would challenge me to race with smirks on their face. At first, I thought it as a joke and didnt mind. But when it continued everytime I overtaked them, it started giving me good laugh right at that time. I mean, how can they even think like that. First of all race, that too in that busy road!! And second thing race between a non gear scooty bike and a geared 200cc pulsar bike. Does their brain stop working at that time?! On second thoughts, do they actually have brains?!

The laughing riot are these police guys who travel in their white Apache bikes! If a common man stops in front of the stop line, he has to listen to all the slang words in tamil or if this traffic people are out of funds, all of a sudden they will start working briskly and will catch people who don't wear helmets. But these people don't obey any of the traffic rules, break all the signals and don't wear helmets also. And if any poor guy stumble in that cop's way, when he is busily jumping the signals, that guy is a gone case!! At the end of the one sided conversation between both of them, that guy ears will bleed like anything.

PS : I don't have any personal grudges against any of the cops and neither would I say that all the cops are alike. But most of them are like that. That's the fact!!
I enjoy driving. But sometimes driving in Chennai roads actually give me nightmares. Funny nightmares!