truly madly deeply...(trully, it means i'm deeply mad)

The dots are the thoughtbreaks , the blank spaces are silences…
the bold characters are articulate thoughts, the normal fonts are sounds & the italicized ones are parts of conversations.

PS 1: (prescript) If ur blog posts are not like this, u have no right to include words like random or rambling in ur blogs….

PS2 : I really am ashamed of the fact that the best terminal in India could be flooded with just two days of torrential rain…

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Is It time? What? 15 more minutes? I’m fed up!! malfunctioning music player, boring news paper, costly burgers , idle travellators,stone faced people, aah! this place is stupid. The weather is dull, pleasant, but dull. What a boring day. The skies are grey, dull. No breeze , dull. Dull Dull Dull. what man!  what a magnificent airport. It is so Big and I’m so bored.

Why is this fat guy snoring? Hmm?... Hehe…  He will surely not clear the medical test. He’s too heavy.. oh no!! will I clear it?... someone give him a tight slap now, nincompoop!... someone? Anyone? please…  no?

krrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRSHhshhhshhhshshmmyumyumyum

hehehehe ....  the yawni of sleep or.. the snoozart of snore…  

Ah. Boarding!!  lets go… yaay

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the travel time will be 30 minutes. 

 30?? what about on-flight refreshments? I’ve paid for this.

Ting ting

the flight is preparing for takeoff, please fasten ur seatbelts. Kripya Kursi ki beti band len..

Ting

you want me to bond with the chairman’s daughter kripya? Hehe hehehehe. .. sad joke??

Drrrrrrrrryaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarsssss                      lift offff….    Peace…   the calm…..  

lookie lookie the buildings are  sooo small…choo tiny…  cho chweet hihihi… ok shut up….

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Snacks ? already? The seat belt sign is still on you people!!

Sir a bun for you, sweet cake?

when will she come here? Will she be able to make it? Will she? The nation wants to know!!

Would you like to have frooty?

Oh yes… but hurry up…. Fast…  Or will I get it as I walk out of the plane?? “Thank you for flying with us, a pleasure, happy to be of service, go to hell etc. now take this cake and sandwich; it’s going to rot in here otherwise”.  will they do this in Hindi too??…  what is the Hindi word for rot?.... Anyway,I’m not hungry now, I’ll eat it on my way to the city… Google maps says it is 30 kms from the airport... 30 kms.. this Rishikesh is just 36kms from the same airport… If I were this airport I’d be suffering from an acute identity crisis… thankfully I’m not an airport… neither am I named Jolly Grant…  who am i?? spidermaaaan.. I suck…

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What’s making news today??.. torrential rains at Dehradun, landslides along the Gangetic banks.. yes, and all I can see from here is the  grey fog… DARK grey fog.…TAR… ithna TAR *sponge wringing black liquid bleeding stuffs* 

eek! turbulence…  this is exactly how I shake my hand before throwing dice…. Six! Take the ladder to…  hey, water is condensing on the glass and streaking across. Wow. Wowowwow. that was a sexy wing flap, also mildly scary.will it tear off?? Oops!…  should be fun if it does tear off…  good time cartwheeling & barrel rolling before dying.. weee. Ok.

5  mins to land…

where is my snack??… this pilot seems to be having a great time harassing them stewardesses..wonder when she’ll start throwing  those packages at us; like they throw food packages from a relief helicopter…. More turbulence.. hehehe… she's handing out stuff like a tipsy town bus conductor.. 

Captain: we are starting our descent shortly. Cabin crew kindly take your seat.

Where is my bun yo? Gimme my bun!!. Sir cake? yes. sandwich? yes. frooty? yaya. Now run and buckle up u…

*stretch* I still can’t see a thing outside my window… will we crash into the mountains? wing is totally wet and seems to be chattering…  Aerodynamically…  the wing is... forces of… ok screw it… ooh! Another wing flap...  The craft is jack’s blindness…

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Ha!  I think I see some greenery, yes definitely green, not black not grey… we are flying under the clouds now… This is going to be fun; the wing flaps have not ceased, The wind is still naughty… and the runway is going to be super slick.

BOOM DRRRRRRRRRRRRRWHOOSHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Phew! On solid ground , now get out get out get out everyone… such a small airport…reminds me of the one at Jorhat , Assam. One had to walk across the tarmac to reach the baggage carousel… let me out!! hey you! old lady.. move ya… thankfully it is not raining “30km from the city”… what a contrast!! T3 & Jolly Grant... shuffle shuffle shuffle… ok people enough!  just get DOWN…

*crackle*

zinda hoon yaaaar khafi hai  hehe nice touch, player … khafi haiiii… shuffle shuffle shuffle

Thank you for flying jet airways

Eeeee

Thank you sir

Eeeee

Tiptoptiptop  tip

HELLO  DehrawaitWHaaaaa  ? :O

Jolly Grant

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"We deserve a break"

During the last few years, I have had the privilege of travelling across the lengths of this country, some backed by solid reasons, others on flimsy excuses of sickness. Over these journeys, I have come to realize that the few train journeys, the long distance ones, offered me the quiet moments that I missed. For the outside world, I was moving, working, but for me, the journey stretching across two nights was therapeutic.

"All these people!! Bah”

When you listen (I generally listen, I like it that way) to the chatter around you for 20 hours you come to realize how ideas manifest themselves. How everyone around you are as confused about what they are doing as you are. How each one of them have a theory for what is wrong with the world and how most of them are as right as they are wrong. How for the next 20 hours you are stuck with these people and finally think about why the word "stuck" came to your mind and how by default, you decided not to like someone.

"Oh dear!! Two days with them”

To stop judging people around you is very very very difficult. The worst, in my view, is judging your co-passengers. They might not feature in your pages ever again. These journeys throw light on a lot of prejudices you harbour, makes you see how stupid you are to have them. Based on some observations, I realize, most of us, including me decide some are more agreeable than others. The whimsical prejudices are.Ok..(" I don't like your face :P" ones) but there are others and we all know what those are. I don't want to pass these prejudices on to the next generation. Cultural prejudices once formed, are hard to wheedle out, and the society doesn't let them die. These days, when faced with something I don't like, I ask myself, "so what?"

"Maybe I should book AC next time...."

I work in an air conditioned cubicle everyday,10 hours, amid fake smiles, resigned smiles, devious smiles, knowing smiles, sad smiles, helpless smiles, hapless smiles, creepy smiles, 12 hours on some days. I go back home empty, spent mentally and physically. Here, I see a daughter talk to her father, a mother speak to her son because the phone has run out of charge, the delight of a six year old on finding out she has the sole ownership of the corridor and also some genuine laughter, a thing so rare, I forgot the last time I heard it. I have neither traveled, cramped, in a general compartment nor have I been blessed with perfect journeys every time I've stepped out.I've had my share of summer RAC journeys. How I travel is my choice. I will travel the way I want to, be it 2A or 2S .I will always enjoy it without subjecting myself to guilt trips on the underprivileged. There is something magical about a train thundering through the plains and nothing can change that.

I do grumble about the heat, I do get bored now and then, but when I get down at my destination, I'm humbled, wiser and sated with inexplicable happiness. So, the next time you see someone stupidly staring out of the widow with a smile on his face, say "Hi". :)

inglorious batchmates

The plan would proceed without a hitch, the gang thought. The contact, an actress, an agent, hidden right under the nose of the nefarious. They would pose as her spot boys, handymen or whatever, and enter the precinct the next day. Shankar and Kumar were ready,”kill the chairman at all costs. He has to die.” There was a problem though, their tamil was bad and they had a distinct accent. “No, this won’t do! We’ll be exposed”... They decide to get themselves Marathi aliases to go with their accents.

The next day the atrium is shrewdly monitored by the secret service and leading the posse is an able colonel. “Hi Ragini what a pleasure, you look as resplendent as ever” . “thank you, that’s very sweet of you…” the exchange of pleasantries continues for sometime while the two look on restlessly.” Who are these two?” “oh these two are my assistants, we were nearby shooting for a movie and thought we could pop in for a peek.”

“You don’t seem a political person..”.. “I’m not, The chairman is kinda cute, baby faced, thought I could pinch his cheek while he’s here” she titters.  “Hmmm.. unga peru?” “oh! these two are from cochin”..” oh!.. *random Malayalam lines the author doesn’t understand*”. She realizes her slip,” they are basically Marathi people, their command of other languages are poor…” “oh.. ok btw ragini, where is your regular assistant?” 

“rachit? You will not believe me, it is pretty funny, he sprained his leg on a mountaineering expedition”

“hahahahhahahah hmmmf hahha, that’s hilarious, but I saw him with you yesterday at barista… unless of course he injured himself climbing parangi malai yesterday night…” uneasy silence…. “Lighten up, you know I tease rough, now where are your passes?”

 She hands over their passes.

“Oh great names, I love Marathi“; he goes all ‘mane,thene,ponmane’ at them as they stand flustered uttering a ’ka??’ now and then. After some time : “let me get your names straight. What’s yours?.... mangathram roadside? Can I hear it once more please? Magathram lodshed? Kotse is it? Like the side dish we have with pongal… oh kotse, with a G…. Brilliant, btw why don’t you two start hitting the gym??... oh god where are my manners, I’m Col. HNS Landa.” What? “ HN Shyam Landa”…

*dream breaks*

author : “what crap”

featuring #shaky #kumboy #raggit #shyam #venky 

oh yes #abhi too, special thanks...