Ravi, A Capitalist

At the Airport

It was the Chennai International Airport, from where, during the day, only flights to South East Asia and the Middle East take off, and you will find no flights to Europe or anywhere else during the afternoon hours, as they are all scheduled for the nights. So unfortunately, I got to see no European babes in their micro minis sitting at the waiting room. And all that I got to meet were wood cutters, carpenters, masons, welders, mechanics and laborers heading to the Middle East and to Singapore and Malaysia. Everyone was wearing a shabby shirt, and a not to size pair of pants, unclean unshaven and burping with horrible breaths once in a while.

When I checked in my baggage, I was asked to fill up a form to hand over to the customs declaring that I am not carrying anything vaulable, and that even if I did, I would not be passing them on to any Kuwait Bound Passenger before I get off at Goa. Then I proceeded to Security where a very cute looking girl in her Khaki uniforms, obviously Airport Security, asked me to tag my bag and place my mobile and MP3 player inside it. I was surprised. What is she doing here while she could have been doing better as a flight attendant? She was good to everyone thankfully, wasn’t rude or anything at the sight of the lousy looking human beings who smelled of sweat and bad breath.

Past the security, I still had about 1 hours and 30 minutes to kill before boarding the flight. No beautiful girls to look at, no aunties to talk to, and my only hope seemed to be the smoking lounge where I went straignt, and found that the electric lighter that was fixed on the wall was not working. The airplanes are supposed to be secure, and you are not allowed to carry match sticks or lighters into the secure zone or into the airplanes, so they are removed from your body and your baggage at the security check.

Since the lighter was not working, and not a soul in the area having a matchbox or a lighter, all I could hope for is to walk straight to a security officer there and tell him the problem and ask him for one single match stick and and empty matchbox with which I could light one cigarette and keep the flames glowing in the smoking lounge.

One guy checked if the lighter was really not working personally, and took out a match box from his pocket, and lit my cigarette, put out the match, dipped it in the ash tray, and walked away. I was sitting there with a lit cigarette in my hand, and in seconds, the empty lounge was filled with people asking me for a light. I just had to give them all my cigarettes for thm to light theirs, and it turned out that I smoked less of it, and that most of it was used to light others cigarettes. So, I just pulled out another and lit it and finished it and walked away.

This drama kept me busy for about 45 minutes. For the other 45 minutes I was roaming about the extra large waiting area, and watched the Goa bound people arriving. Two tiny girls, about 14 or 15 years of age were after me for some time, and I really didnt have much of an interest in them, so I managed to avoid them and made them loose interest in just some time. After a while, a fat mother of 2 very young children came in, tried to chat me up, was telling that she was travelling to her father’s place alone with her kids as her husband didnt like Goa at all n stuff. I managed to escape from her too.

Next, a local municipal office employee caught me. A pukka local tamilian, on slippers and a pair of shorts and a T Shirt, and it appears that it is his 2nd time on a plane, that too taking off from the International Airport, and was really really excited about it. I thought I escaped him when the announcement came that IC 575 was ready for boarding, and I got on the plane and found my seat and after about 2 minutes, found that the guy’s seat was alloted next to mine, and the people who were travelling with him were in the row behind ours.

The plane pulled out of the parking bay, and he was talking about how it was last time when he had flown in Air Deccan to Bombay, and when it took off for the first time, how he had vomited and stuff. Disgusted me completely. When lunch was served, nothing big, just a sandwitch, some chicken tikka and kababs, a salad and tea, he just kept on talking about this and that, like how beautiful the airhostes were in Air Deccan and that the women in Air India were old. I too felt the same thing, but I didnt really want to hear that from the point of view of a Municipal Employee, who is traveling with money that he might have collected as bribe for pushing files around tables.

I was completely disgusted, and finally when we landed, I was able to get away from him collect my baggage, and get into the taxi that the hotel had sent for me. When I came out, I spotted that the 2 little girls had a Skoda waiting for them, and the fat lady with 2 kids had a Safari. If I had chatted up either of them, I might have been on one of those cars. Well, I still had a Taxi waiting for me. The time was around 5, and the sun was in the right angle to light up the landscapes of Goa perfectly.

Contd……

At the Airport

It was the Chennai International Airport, from where, during the day, only flights to South East Asia and the Middle East take off, and you will find no flights to Europe or anywhere else during the afternoon hours, as they are all scheduled for the nights. So unfortunately, I got to see no European babes in their micro minis sitting at the waiting room. And all that I got to meet were wood cutters, carpenters, masons, welders, mechanics and laborers heading to the Middle East and to Singapore and Malaysia. Everyone was wearing a shabby shirt, and a not to size pair of pants, unclean unshaven and burping with horrible breaths once in a while.

When I checked in my baggage, I was asked to fill up a form to hand over to the customs declaring that I am not carrying anything vaulable, and that even if I did, I would not be passing them on to any Kuwait Bound Passenger before I get off at Goa. Then I proceeded to Security where a very cute looking girl in her Khaki uniforms, obviously Airport Security, asked me to tag my bag and place my mobile and MP3 player inside it. I was surprised. What is she doing here while she could have been doing better as a flight attendant? She was good to everyone thankfully, wasn’t rude or anything at the sight of the lousy looking human beings who smelled of sweat and bad breath.

Past the security, I still had about 1 hours and 30 minutes to kill before boarding the flight. No beautiful girls to look at, no aunties to talk to, and my only hope seemed to be the smoking lounge where I went straignt, and found that the electric lighter that was fixed on the wall was not working. The airplanes are supposed to be secure, and you are not allowed to carry match sticks or lighters into the secure zone or into the airplanes, so they are removed from your body and your baggage at the security check.

Since the lighter was not working, and not a soul in the area having a matchbox or a lighter, all I could hope for is to walk straight to a security officer there and tell him the problem and ask him for one single match stick and and empty matchbox with which I could light one cigarette and keep the flames glowing in the smoking lounge.

One guy checked if the lighter was really not working personally, and took out a match box from his pocket, and lit my cigarette, put out the match, dipped it in the ash tray, and walked away. I was sitting there with a lit cigarette in my hand, and in seconds, the empty lounge was filled with people asking me for a light. I just had to give them all my cigarettes for thm to light theirs, and it turned out that I smoked less of it, and that most of it was used to light others cigarettes. So, I just pulled out another and lit it and finished it and walked away.

This drama kept me busy for about 45 minutes. For the other 45 minutes I was roaming about the extra large waiting area, and watched the Goa bound people arriving. Two tiny girls, about 14 or 15 years of age were after me for some time, and I really didnt have much of an interest in them, so I managed to avoid them and made them loose interest in just some time. After a while, a fat mother of 2 very young children came in, tried to chat me up, was telling that she was travelling to her father’s place alone with her kids as her husband didnt like Goa at all n stuff. I managed to escape from her too.

Next, a local municipal office employee caught me. A pukka local tamilian, on slippers and a pair of shorts and a T Shirt, and it appears that it is his 2nd time on a plane, that too taking off from the International Airport, and was really really excited about it. I thought I escaped him when the announcement came that IC 575 was ready for boarding, and I got on the plane and found my seat and after about 2 minutes, found that the guy’s seat was alloted next to mine, and the people who were travelling with him were in the row behind ours.

The plane pulled out of the parking bay, and he was talking about how it was last time when he had flown in Air Deccan to Bombay, and when it took off for the first time, how he had vomited and stuff. Disgusted me completely. When lunch was served, nothing big, just a sandwitch, some chicken tikka and kababs, a salad and tea, he just kept on talking about this and that, like how beautiful the airhostes were in Air Deccan and that the women in Air India were old. I too felt the same thing, but I didnt really want to hear that from the point of view of a Municipal Employee, who is traveling with money that he might have collected as bribe for pushing files around tables.

I was completely disgusted, and finally when we landed, I was able to get away from him collect my baggage, and get into the taxi that the hotel had sent for me. When I came out, I spotted that the 2 little girls had a Skoda waiting for them, and the fat lady with 2 kids had a Safari. If I had chatted up either of them, I might have been on one of those cars. Well, I still had a Taxi waiting for me. The time was around 5, and the sun was in the right angle to light up the landscapes of Goa perfectly.

Contd……

At the Airport

It was the Chennai International Airport, from where, during the day, only flights to South East Asia and the Middle East take off, and you will find no flights to Europe or anywhere else during the afternoon hours, as they are all scheduled for the nights. So unfortunately, I got to see no European babes in their micro minis sitting at the waiting room. And all that I got to meet were wood cutters, carpenters, masons, welders, mechanics and laborers heading to the Middle East and to Singapore and Malaysia. Everyone was wearing a shabby shirt, and a not to size pair of pants, unclean unshaven and burping with horrible breaths once in a while.

When I checked in my baggage, I was asked to fill up a form to hand over to the customs declaring that I am not carrying anything vaulable, and that even if I did, I would not be passing them on to any Kuwait Bound Passenger before I get off at Goa. Then I proceeded to Security where a very cute looking girl in her Khaki uniforms, obviously Airport Security, asked me to tag my bag and place my mobile and MP3 player inside it. I was surprised. What is she doing here while she could have been doing better as a flight attendant? She was good to everyone thankfully, wasn’t rude or anything at the sight of the lousy looking human beings who smelled of sweat and bad breath.

Past the security, I still had about 1 hours and 30 minutes to kill before boarding the flight. No beautiful girls to look at, no aunties to talk to, and my only hope seemed to be the smoking lounge where I went straignt, and found that the electric lighter that was fixed on the wall was not working. The airplanes are supposed to be secure, and you are not allowed to carry match sticks or lighters into the secure zone or into the airplanes, so they are removed from your body and your baggage at the security check.

Since the lighter was not working, and not a soul in the area having a matchbox or a lighter, all I could hope for is to walk straight to a security officer there and tell him the problem and ask him for one single match stick and and empty matchbox with which I could light one cigarette and keep the flames glowing in the smoking lounge.

One guy checked if the lighter was really not working personally, and took out a match box from his pocket, and lit my cigarette, put out the match, dipped it in the ash tray, and walked away. I was sitting there with a lit cigarette in my hand, and in seconds, the empty lounge was filled with people asking me for a light. I just had to give them all my cigarettes for thm to light theirs, and it turned out that I smoked less of it, and that most of it was used to light others cigarettes. So, I just pulled out another and lit it and finished it and walked away.

This drama kept me busy for about 45 minutes. For the other 45 minutes I was roaming about the extra large waiting area, and watched the Goa bound people arriving. Two tiny girls, about 14 or 15 years of age were after me for some time, and I really didnt have much of an interest in them, so I managed to avoid them and made them loose interest in just some time. After a while, a fat mother of 2 very young children came in, tried to chat me up, was telling that she was travelling to her father’s place alone with her kids as her husband didnt like Goa at all n stuff. I managed to escape from her too.

Next, a local municipal office employee caught me. A pukka local tamilian, on slippers and a pair of shorts and a T Shirt, and it appears that it is his 2nd time on a plane, that too taking off from the International Airport, and was really really excited about it. I thought I escaped him when the announcement came that IC 575 was ready for boarding, and I got on the plane and found my seat and after about 2 minutes, found that the guy’s seat was alloted next to mine, and the people who were travelling with him were in the row behind ours.

The plane pulled out of the parking bay, and he was talking about how it was last time when he had flown in Air Deccan to Bombay, and when it took off for the first time, how he had vomited and stuff. Disgusted me completely. When lunch was served, nothing big, just a sandwitch, some chicken tikka and kababs, a salad and tea, he just kept on talking about this and that, like how beautiful the airhostes were in Air Deccan and that the women in Air India were old. I too felt the same thing, but I didnt really want to hear that from the point of view of a Municipal Employee, who is traveling with money that he might have collected as bribe for pushing files around tables.

I was completely disgusted, and finally when we landed, I was able to get away from him collect my baggage, and get into the taxi that the hotel had sent for me. When I came out, I spotted that the 2 little girls had a Skoda waiting for them, and the fat lady with 2 kids had a Safari. If I had chatted up either of them, I might have been on one of those cars. Well, I still had a Taxi waiting for me. The time was around 5, and the sun was in the right angle to light up the landscapes of Goa perfectly.

Contd……

At the Airport

It was the Chennai International Airport, from where, during the day, only flights to South East Asia and the Middle East take off, and you will find no flights to Europe or anywhere else during the afternoon hours, as they are all scheduled for the nights. So unfortunately, I got to see no European babes in their micro minis sitting at the waiting room. And all that I got to meet were wood cutters, carpenters, masons, welders, mechanics and laborers heading to the Middle East and to Singapore and Malaysia. Everyone was wearing a shabby shirt, and a not to size pair of pants, unclean unshaven and burping with horrible breaths once in a while.

When I checked in my baggage, I was asked to fill up a form to hand over to the customs declaring that I am not carrying anything vaulable, and that even if I did, I would not be passing them on to any Kuwait Bound Passenger before I get off at Goa. Then I proceeded to Security where a very cute looking girl in her Khaki uniforms, obviously Airport Security, asked me to tag my bag and place my mobile and MP3 player inside it. I was surprised. What is she doing here while she could have been doing better as a flight attendant? She was good to everyone thankfully, wasn’t rude or anything at the sight of the lousy looking human beings who smelled of sweat and bad breath.

Past the security, I still had about 1 hours and 30 minutes to kill before boarding the flight. No beautiful girls to look at, no aunties to talk to, and my only hope seemed to be the smoking lounge where I went straignt, and found that the electric lighter that was fixed on the wall was not working. The airplanes are supposed to be secure, and you are not allowed to carry match sticks or lighters into the secure zone or into the airplanes, so they are removed from your body and your baggage at the security check.

Since the lighter was not working, and not a soul in the area having a matchbox or a lighter, all I could hope for is to walk straight to a security officer there and tell him the problem and ask him for one single match stick and and empty matchbox with which I could light one cigarette and keep the flames glowing in the smoking lounge.

One guy checked if the lighter was really not working personally, and took out a match box from his pocket, and lit my cigarette, put out the match, dipped it in the ash tray, and walked away. I was sitting there with a lit cigarette in my hand, and in seconds, the empty lounge was filled with people asking me for a light. I just had to give them all my cigarettes for thm to light theirs, and it turned out that I smoked less of it, and that most of it was used to light others cigarettes. So, I just pulled out another and lit it and finished it and walked away.

This drama kept me busy for about 45 minutes. For the other 45 minutes I was roaming about the extra large waiting area, and watched the Goa bound people arriving. Two tiny girls, about 14 or 15 years of age were after me for some time, and I really didnt have much of an interest in them, so I managed to avoid them and made them loose interest in just some time. After a while, a fat mother of 2 very young children came in, tried to chat me up, was telling that she was travelling to her father’s place alone with her kids as her husband didnt like Goa at all n stuff. I managed to escape from her too.

Next, a local municipal office employee caught me. A pukka local tamilian, on slippers and a pair of shorts and a T Shirt, and it appears that it is his 2nd time on a plane, that too taking off from the International Airport, and was really really excited about it. I thought I escaped him when the announcement came that IC 575 was ready for boarding, and I got on the plane and found my seat and after about 2 minutes, found that the guy’s seat was alloted next to mine, and the people who were travelling with him were in the row behind ours.

The plane pulled out of the parking bay, and he was talking about how it was last time when he had flown in Air Deccan to Bombay, and when it took off for the first time, how he had vomited and stuff. Disgusted me completely. When lunch was served, nothing big, just a sandwitch, some chicken tikka and kababs, a salad and tea, he just kept on talking about this and that, like how beautiful the airhostes were in Air Deccan and that the women in Air India were old. I too felt the same thing, but I didnt really want to hear that from the point of view of a Municipal Employee, who is traveling with money that he might have collected as bribe for pushing files around tables.

I was completely disgusted, and finally when we landed, I was able to get away from him collect my baggage, and get into the taxi that the hotel had sent for me. When I came out, I spotted that the 2 little girls had a Skoda waiting for them, and the fat lady with 2 kids had a Safari. If I had chatted up either of them, I might have been on one of those cars. Well, I still had a Taxi waiting for me. The time was around 5, and the sun was in the right angle to light up the landscapes of Goa perfectly.

Contd……