At the deepest hour of 4 30 AM, I found myself dead in sleep, saar ready naa? (sir, are you ready?), voiced my phone converting the said analog words of my cab driver to digital first and then analog human audible voice. I attended the call and died again.. My educated brain then forced my uneducated part of it to wake up and get ready. I wrapped myself with green stripe sweater, collared out with a white shirt inside, the traveling bag to look pertinent for the trip, the floaters to add to the sweatered decency. All these were my room mate’s deliberate choice and effort to make me look decent unlike always. Saar ready naa? voice rushed out again from my phone. I carried myself to the inside of the cab and died again, with a blurred ba bye to my friends. Half a KM from Blore Air Port, the conscious inside asked me ‘loafer ticket tandi??’ (Loafer, did u get the ticket??), my hands responded to my conscious and quickly dived in my pocket to get the happy news and made it reach My brain which in turn passed a smiling signal to my lower lip. I tried a coffee to make me come alive again after the formalities of ticket checking, luggage clock, revealing the gate number of the flight. The experience from the point of getting the gate number to boarding the flight was beautifully unknown so I cannot pen that (I mean, I slept off ).
Stepping in, I showed no sign of nervous though those were first ever steps of mine inside a KF Travels, I was shocked to see two lady like structured heavily tarnished with cream colored cream, framed by the sharp cuts of eye brows, eye lashes, tip of the hairs back, and falls of 15-20 blunt cut hair from the heights of their forehead to the upper end of their nose, the color red sprayed over their sheet of cloth and on pieces of their lips; at the entrance of the travels. I had once seen these structures in my childhood days in Durga fests. I risked almost deciding to bow my head and touch their feet for their eternal blessings. Jhor se bolo.... JAI MAATA Di...
I dragged out one side of the seat belt and inserted inside the female part of its other end, till I felt a sign of firm and comfort. I looked out for a probing learn, and then unknowingly started waiting to know who is gonna sit next to me, with a boyish hope of seeing a gal. In this wait of mine, I was unwittingly defeated and conquered by my sleep, I forced my eyes to open to see the plane moving, the first thing that I did was to see who is next to me. There was an area of 2*2 sft, with its belt open, designed for comfort of the passengers, and was the confirmation to my hope that no one is gonna sit next to me. My Sleep started its exultant again, then a lady melodious voice of ‘Sir, how are you’ flowed in my ears making me start fighting with my sleep. The Air hostess started her profession of gratuitously talking to the passengers. There was an ARMY old man sitting on the window seat of the next seat of my row. They both started the tête-à-tête like a flight on fire, ‘I used to do this’, ‘I used to run with those weights’ twisted a male voice and ‘ohhh that’s nice’, ‘ohhh that’s so cute’ , ‘ha ha ha ‘, types whispered the typical lady accent of the Air Hostess. This chat made me sick and my half death started bringing in more assets to surmount my other half life I had.
She said - Sir, are you from Blore? I said - No
She asked - Hyderabad for a business trip? I replied - Yes
She enquired - How long have you been in Blore. I answered - 3 years
She revealed – I am basically from Blore. I Smiled
She then said – My father is in ARMY. I smiled
She continued – kai kui kai kui kai kui….
I said, I m sorry I m very sleepy. She smiled J
I then capitulated completely to my sleep and it was again a beautiful unknown experience.
