let's try this again, yeah?
I figured that if I’m going to get this blog rolling again (see what I did there?... no? ok.), then I’m going to have to start writing more regularly. And short of smoking a big fat joint, the only way I’m going to able to get past this strange writer’s (?) block I’ve been having is to record my experiences on a daily basis, starting with today. (where’s that joint?)
Anyway, I went to
The day started fairly well – I went to work to pick up some material (a solitaire diamond, in case any of you are interested), and didn’t know how to open the bloody safe. After struggling in vain for 15 minutes with 4 keys and two locks, I called the security guard, who, of course, opened it in 10 seconds flat. I mean, key 1A goes in first, clockwise, and then 2B anti-clockwise, and then 1B in the second lock anti-clockwise, followed by the aptly named key X in a hole at the back, which I wasn’t told about. Its enough to do your head in!
After collecting my erstwhile boss from his house, we set off on the thrill-a-minute journey to
Everyone talks about the air-hostesses on these flights, but to be honest with you, they looked like a bunch of ugly Barbies with dark hair, too much make up and skirts which are way too tight. (Pinky and Anamika– if you’re reading this, I MEAN YOU!). Those are their names, God’s honest truth.
Every seat has a little TV which you’re supposed to fiddle with for a while, so I obliged. But we only seemed to be getting Zoom TV (?), Star One, and Ten Sports (which I will forever hate for buying the rights to the UEFA Champions League). So I tried the radio, but that wasn’t working. I was thinking of asking the albino sitting next to me how he got his sound going, but he was immersed in the in-flight magazine. While the plane was taxiing before take-off, each and every passenger was treated to the sight of Vijay Mallya bragging about his brands, while walking through a maze of model airplanes. I tried to turn it off, but I couldn’t… and the sound was being played over the speakers, so I couldn’t even shut him up. Git. After some more posturing, he handed us over to Yana Gupta, who took us through the usual safety instructions. You know, life belt under my seat, oxygen mask will land on your head if the cabin pressure drops suddenly etc. Only, her voice was dubbed in Hindi, so it just seemed surreal (although she IS tasty, you have to give her that!). The English voiceover was done by someone with a strong lis-th-p. “Pleath ensure that all you belongingths are sthowed in the overhead rack, or under the tseat in front of you”. Now, I’m not making fun of people with speech impediments (I used to have a cracking lisp), but come on! A voiceover is supposed to be professional!
Thankfully, the flight passed without further incident. Unless you count the horny guy next to me insisting on asking Pinky for more cream in his coffee. I offered him my packet, because I wasn’t drinking anything, but he went “I want extra cream”. So I said, “This IS extra cream!”, but he wasn’t listening, so I left him to his pathetic attempts to get a smile from the air-hostess. Honestly. The thing which struck me was the fact that 95% of passengers on Kingfisher Airlines are male. Hardly surprising, you’d think. And you’d be right. Ah well, at least I didn’t have to stare at Vijay Mallya’s ugly mug for an hour and a half.
So I’m sitting in the departure lounge at 6pm, boarding pass in one hand, head in the other trying to get some kip. Eventually, I made my way to the security check, where they managed to confiscate all my batteries, and tried to take my pen as well, on the basis that it’s a sharp object. (I made that last bit up, but I’m ticked off about the batteries). More waiting. And then, as you would expect, some lady going “Jet Airways flight etc etc to
Some more waiting. And then we boarded. Now, I’ve never really noticed them before, but Jet Airways had a couple of absolutely gorgeous air-hostesses. Drop dead, literally. I was smiling all over my face for a while, but then I saw one of them go up to a steward and say something while pointing at me. Well, that did the trick, I guess. I pretended to be lost in my newspaper for a while, waiting for take-off. I’m not making this next bit up, honest.
The captain came on the PA sounding almost breathless, “I’m sorry for the delay folks, but there was a traffic jam, and then someone hit my car, so I had to catch a cab. That’s why I’m late”. Oh. Really. The whole plane fell about laughing, pretty much. Even the gorgeous air-hostesses. I felt a little bad for the skipper, poor sod. After that, we only heard stuff from the “First Officer”, who informed us that we would be landing at 10 30 in
To cut a long story short, I’m back at home now. My driver, poor bugger, was half asleep, and I had to keep making conversation with him, so that he wouldn’t drop off and drive into an IT company (Does anyone else think there are too many of these?). Right, well, that’s about it. Feel free to give me your feedback, be it praise or criticism (constructive, preferably!).
Maybe today will be more fun.
2 Comments:
At 9/19/2006 3:23 AM, That Squirrel said…
You're absolutely right...professional voice overs cannot have a lisp!! I didn't notice it at that time though...I was staring in disbelief at the fact that Yana Gupta was telling me about onboard safety. Seriously. I don't care how pretty you think she is!! :p
Nice piece of writing. Cracked me up now and then.
At 9/19/2006 11:25 AM, Vishnu said…
thanks for the comments guys. those videos are necessary, and we can't do away with them. But they still grate.
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