So here I am.
So whats up?
Whats up with me you ask?...Nothing much! I have spent close to 30 hours trying to spend 20 hours. Confusing isn't it? I started at 2:00AM from Chennai and landed in Seattle at around 9:00PM. It's 19 hours. But my flying time was 30 hours. Thats the key with flying against time. You start at 2:00 AM fly for 3 hours and ask the local time. Its still 2:00 AM. Okay! So you fly for another two and half hours. Ask the local time again. Its 2:30 AM. Its crazy! It makes the airplane company look bad. They are doing a lot of hardwork with constant seat-belt alerts and air-hostesses scurrying around trying to act busy. But they've just progressed 30 minutes. Waste! Waste! Waste! Listen to my idea. People spend a lot time and effort flying planes to different countries right?. What I would do (after my MBA :-) ) is that I would take the plane into space and out of earth's orbit. A vertical line, straight up. Just stay there and watch mother earth turn herself lazily around. Revolution time is 24 hours so any journey has got to be less than that. So when I see Seattle finally show up down below. I just travel back down the same vertical line and land. Voila! I am in Seattle. All I did was jump up in the sky in slow motion. No effort at all.
so now you really believe I am cranky?
Imagine this punishment. You are locked in a room. You are then asked to sit for 30 hours on a crampy uncomfotable seat. You have to sit in upright position. You can't move about. You can just sit and look straight and watch time tick away....... 30 hours. Its like sombody taking a knife slicing your brain and tearing it apart. Boredom has never been so lethal. Do not under estimate the capability of a flight journey to send you into a coma. Moreover, a darn cousin of mine made me order Lacto Asian Veggie Meal for the flight journey. Flight food sucks. What makes its even worse ( and I learned that this was possible) is experimenting. My cousin even abused me over the phone, 3 days prior to flying for not ordering that meal. So I called up Lufthansa and ordered that meal. In the Chennai-Frankfurt segment - while everybody were being served idli, vadai and pongal, We got a pasta ( a yucky one at that). In the Frankfurt-D.C sector everybody got pasta (a supposedly a good one). Pasta was the regular meal and I had ordered special meals. The air-hostess asked me if she could serve me the pasta itself. She said "your special meal will take time to come. take the pasta". I said " no I'll wait for my special meal". Thinking to myself that the special meal should certainly be better than the pasta. But what we got was some goop that was too horrible to even look at. They irony was -- after recovering from the nasuea caused by my "special meal", I went and asked the air hostess sheepishly, "Can I have that pasta". She said "all pasta over. It is a full flight".
Sevuthila irunthathai vazhichu thinnanaam
My father's mother is known for her proverbs. They survive today even if she is not around. A husband returns home from work and his wife serves him dinner. He doesn't like it. So in a fit of rage, he throws the dinner plate and the plate hits the wall smearing food all over the wall. The wife goes to bed in tears. After being angry for 4 hours, our man now is hungry. 2 hours later, he is so hungry that he decides to scrape off the food from the wall and eat it.