Travelling in domestic flights is So boring and haunting now a days, thanx to new entrants and high neck competition in prices. While my flight from PUNE to DELI was on its way. Being summer days flight was overcrowded by kids returning from holidays to their devil schools, where they will be again part of 8 to 5 crowd. This was freaking them out. While some years ago air hostesses use to be glamorous, sensational making a person to HIT that attention button again and again... BUT now this cruel Competition thing has turned them into beautiful Saleswomen, who will frown at you if you hit that button more than once without buying anything..
In first few minutes itself, the ambience gave me idea how next 2 hours are going to be. But when I saw a awesome girl moving toward my seat, it felt "now something is going to change..."
Her un waxed arms confirmed that she is just out of her teens and untouched from the Pune glamour. She was bit healthy but the fat was exactly at places where any indian man would prefer. A handbag like a tuition goer kid carries, her hairs were messed up but still making her look sensual. "I am lucky" was popping in my mind. She arrives and moves herself into seat next to me.....
Smile is passed from both sides. Mine had some deep meaning, hers might be just the regular one. My mind is now on a Mission, "PATTAO" all the neurons have been activated, grey matter is doing its study and innovative part is going for ideas. While eyes are monitoring her movements, when will all these work together and get right words out of my mouth..
"Re u a student." comes out with a puppy face expression, just looking for acceptance.
usually it works, now ball is in her court.
"Ya" with a broad smile, as being a student was her only dream.
"Medical, MBBS at Chandigarh" explained all about her smile.
"Great" just popped out, while mind drawing an algorithm of life ahead with a doctor. As when MBBS comes than I don't know why my mind skips all the girlfriend and other stuff and directly marches on to the D day "Marriage".
And it is not much hard to explain also doctor beside you is always helpful financially as they are sound, emotionally as they don't have time for that till 40's and that is right time when you really need emotional side.
While my mind was onto 7th cloud she took her mp3 headphones and plugged into ears.
....... oooooooo pleaseeee dont dooooo that ........ was pouring out of mind.
But now I have sensed that action plan has to be changed, so I started showing the discomfort as the seat belt sign got on.
Fear was in my eyes, I was growing restless, moving onto my seat left right, up down like a child. It was like a monster is coming to eat me up. Actually I think anyone could have noticed that but my eyes were searching her acknowledgement, and as a drop of rain in desert came her sweet voice
"Are you afraid of take offs.."
"Ya they make me feel nausea, my ears get soundless...blaa blaa." list of explanation started...
"You should put these earphones, they might help." with a doctor type concerned face.
Who can say NO to doctors remedy ... "Ya sure, I must try them"...
"Hale dil tujhko sunaata
Dil agar yeh bol paata
Bakhuda tujhko hai chaahta jaan
Tere sang jo pal bitaata...." was the song on MP3...
While the song played flight took of and within minutes pilot made us comfortable sailing in air.
The seat belt light went off, now it was again time to attack on to 'Her' as I was sounding defeated soldier who haven't reached to her name till now and nearly 20 minutes have passed..
Might be my skills are out dated now... But I have to back up myself saying 'Sher to sher hi hota hai vo shikar karna nahi bhulat' ....
"So which college?" while I returning her mp3 and admiring her ravishing beauty.
"PGI" authoritative manner, but eyes still winking like 15 year old girl.
authoritative comes to these docs just for granted no MBA needed for that. As they will say the person will act.
"Your good name" sounding like a professional, so that things might not go against me.
"Sanya Sharma" a profession rebound...
"What's yours SIR" asked like a kid asking tution teacher for extra sessions..Making me feel few extra years old.
"RAJ" thinking to take the conversation into bit relax frame.
"While u are basically from....." leaving sentences incomplete creates enthusiasm for the other as I was told in my training.... (conversation main pehle vakhata hota hai aur ek parvakhata hota hai jaise jaise aage badti hai vakhata parvakhat hota hai aur parvakhta vakhta hota hai... confusing na...)
"Himachal Pardesh" filling up the blank...
"Fruits capital, beautiful place with apples" acting like I know Himachal as back of my hand.
"No, not all of the himachal produces apples." she startled making the frown y eyebrows. As if I have made some witty comment on her personal life.
"Really, I just said because apple comes to mind with Himachal, while I know it has many other beautiful things to offer" without a clue I said.
while for most of people outside himachal, it seems a state covered with apples.... every fruit wala acknowledges his apples as himachal apple, the other thing is SHIMLA that come to mind... SHIMLA... APPLE....HIMACHAL...
But my disaster management worked in convincing her that I respect himachal.
Then our conversation grew from politics to plane, management to religious stuff.. But it was very hard to penetrate her flawless armour against flirting. I tried some chances to pin up but was useless. But it wasn't still that bad, as one rarely gets chance to talk to a girl with such a beauty and brains.
it never came to me when did we land and air hostess asked to switch on our phones.. that air hostess seemed to be like a vamp with her hairs tied and bony structure.
But how could I waste my time in such distractions as I was being accompanied by such a breathtaking beauty... every time I saw her my heart skipped a breathe or two, but no matter I would love to face heart attack just to see her whole life. My heart was falling for her more and more as the time to lodge out was arriving.
As we were lodging out of plane I followed her like that pug in vodafone add. While her phone has started ringing, she answered in a whispering manner. It must be her parents, they usually get worried for kids when they are travelling. But who whispers with parents, OO she is being careful that her conversation might not disturb others, SO NICE. (
while logical side of my brain was calling me a FOOL, who talks to parents like that... but my heart was convinced with her public mannerism.....)
While moving out of airport, she kept on talking over phone, I tried all my six senses to hear the conversation but in futile. Girls inherit this as basic characteristic or as DARWIN would say they have adapted while evolving for generations. Mine too rung, it was JAY my friend who was coming from gurgaon to pick me up. As punjabi have very smoothness in their speech ..
"heloo" my side.
"Where the hell are you asshole I have been looking for you since half hour, SAALE CAB ka rent tera chacha dega" speaking softly jay.
"haan yahan main 6 no. taxi wale pe khada hun."
"Wahan kaun aa raha hai, this is not chandigarh JAHAN muaah uthaya aur chal diye, chal ke bahar aa wait kar raha hun."
now was time to leave, my eyes were onto her all this time, her conversation was taking too long, sometimes parents are like that...I convinced myself..And there was my loving friend who will screw my night if I m not able to reach outside in next few minutes......
looking both ways I started moving ahead.. passing right through her ...
There came her Smile touching her both ears and waving at me quietly saying bye.... mine was a smile with tied lips, but eyes saying lots of things.... but that phone made the things difficult for both of us....
Leaving that place as many things left unsaid, Many feelings left un shown but with scintilla in heart......"There is something left.................................."
