You have a early morning flight to catch. You get caught up in the natorious mumbai traffic snarls. Huffing & puffing You reach the airport.Once there you realize that your office travel desk has errorneously directed you to the domestic airport while your flight is scheduled from the international terminal!!! You hear People around you snigger like asses.You curse your luck and start searching for a cab to take you there.No cabs are to be seen .A air crew with two stewardesses on their way home after duty have mercy on your plight and wave you in their chauffeur driven car and drop you off at the international terminal.You thank those beautiful angels profusely and run for the gate.You stumble inside the air-bridge just as they are about to close the thing.Thanking your stars for making it on time you make yourself inside the plane. Upon reaching inside you learn that the airline has allotted your confirmed seat to someone else. You vent out your anger at the onboard crew chief manager. The chief Airhostess apologieses profusely and promises to make amends as best as she can.Ten,fifteen and then twenty minutes pass,all the while Your standing in the plane aisle feeling foolish, pissed off as the crew go about their preflight formalities. Fasten your seatbelts, oxygen masks,blah blah blah.... The hostess who promised you stuff has suddenly disappeared and is not to be seen. You look questioningly at the other stewardesses and get the same stupid plasticy smile in return.Your STILL standing in the middle of the aisle holding your laptop & luggage all the while feeling really stupid. You are now getting weird stares and whispers from your fellow passengers who look at you as if your a uninvited guest who has crashed the party. Your about to explode at the nearest plasticy smile when you hear a "excuse me sir" from behind your back.You turn around to find the chief Airhostess who hands you a glass of chilled Sparkling water and says "Apologies for keeping you waiting for such long Sir, Please be kind enough to follow me". You meekly follow her past the aam janta who is now staring at you with wide eyes.She takes you to the first class seating and pointing out a leather padded aisle seat in the second row says "Hope this would be ok with you sir. Have a pleasant flight". Your busy making yourself comfortable in the plush surroundings when you hear some stammering and a clearing of the thraot from the adjacent seat followed by the words "Hi Iam Rahul Dravid. Nice to meet you".....
**This is a work of FICTION. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
