Shayon's Labyrinth!

So, where am I right now? Well, humbly perched within a JetLite flight, on my way to Delhi. While my flight was delayed by about half an hour, it didn’t prove much inconvenience any more than that. Anyway, I have hardly slept last night, so decided to catch two winks in the flight itself. As the Almighty would have it, the air conditioning was turned up a bit too hight and I ended u watching the Bruce Willis movie, Die Hard.

Yes, I hadn’t watched the classic until now. What do I say? I am just glad that I got the rest 2 sequels too, safely copied onto my hard drive. Hopefully I’ll get to catch up the with both thof them by the time I land back in Bangalore, which would be the day after.

Don’t worry, I ain’t one of those those bastards who get to go online while on a flight too. I am just typing down this impromptu blog post on gedit (notepad on Linux) which I plan to publish after I end up at my dear friend, Madcap Loon’s place.

So, what is this blog post is all about, you might ask. Good question, as one of my good-for-nothing colleagues woud say when he wouldn’t find a satisactory answer to anything. Frankly, I am kinda pissed by the amount of time it’s taking me to reach Delhi, even in a flight. I mean, this plane left Bangalore airport at quarter to eight in the morning, and it’s almost eleven now, while all I can see out side the windows are clouds. For Christ’s sake, how many more hours shall I have to stay put in these uncomfortable seats?

Suddenly, I remember Shashi Tharoor’s tweet when he had complained for being forced to fly cattle class. Okay, I mean no disrespect towards my fellow men. But seriously, the size of the seats in an economy aeroplanee seat is hardly any inch bigger and any degree more comfortable than a frigging Volvo bus. And to think of it, I get charged a bomb. Yes, I accept your point that I get to reach my destination a lot faster, and without having to run over potholes. But did anyone ever tell you that I am putting my goddamned life at stake, here? And did you know that when you book your flight tickets, the fine print says that you are aware of the fact that the airline company holds no responsibility of your life. Yes, your frigging pathetic puny life!
Happy realization, buddy!

Sakshi, my girlfriend, asked me today morning, on text, whether I was excited. Excited to get to meet her after 2 months straight. Hell yeah, I am. But I am also a bit terrified of the fact that I shall be landing in Delhi on the Republi Day itself. I hear, the borders are gonna get sealed off, and the heart of the capital, the Connaught Place, shall be under a lockdown. You know why I am scared? Over four years ago, I had come to Delhi to meet her, without letting my parents know. The date was October 29, 2005. Now look up the Internet, and tell me what happened in Delhi on that particular day. And on that particular day, the receptionist of the hotel I was staying in, called me up at frigging three in the morning to inform that the polica had come, for inquiry.

I do not know whether you can feel my plight, the emotions I had gone through, at that point. But I must confess one thing. I still dread to be any where around the nation’s capital, when there chaances of unrest. During my 11 months’ worth of stint in Delhi, I had never left my house on the Republic Day, the Independence Day and even on the days when people were out to vote. Simply put, after that fateful night, and another when I was arrested in Kolkata, Howrah station, on suspicions of being a terrorist, I steer clear off the authorities. Nah, I don’t hate them. But I don’t trust them either.

Dayam! Kahani kahan se shuru hui thi, aur kahan jaa kar pahunchi. Anyway, my laptop’s battery’s low and it’s time I shut it off. Sayonara, until next time.

P.S. – Writing this part after landing in Delhi and getting my netbook charged up bit. The flight not only got late, but couldn’t land in Delhi due to heavy fog and had to be diverted all the way to Lucknow. There, we were asked to wait on the runway itself while the plane got itself refueled and freshened up. We had to wait on the tarmac itself for almost 45 minutes before the flight took off again. Never before in my life had I been in a plane for over 7 hours! Anyway, finally in Delhi, safe and sound, before I fly off again, the day after.

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