Lesson learnt- Never underestimate the Bangalore Traffic. It has a life and purpose of its own- mostly to screw up your life and purpose.
We arrive 5 minutes after the checkin close, and plead with an airline executive, who I guess had the same purpose as our friend, the Traffic.
They finally give in, and send us running to the flight, when we realize many more people are rushing after us. You really are a Bee with an Itch, Madam Airline Executive.
After two hours of snoozing in the plane, we finally reach a sultry Delhi at midnight, happy the worst of the trip is already behind us.
We park ourselves in the under-furnished waiting room, when the husband decides to get himself stuck outside the security pass, without a copy of the ticket. Nature's calls can be quite demanding, after all.
While debating about what I do with my luggage, my phone decides to take a vacation by itself, and freezes on me.
After rummaging around for an old, barely working phone and deciding to abandon my luggage for like a nanosecond so I can be The husband's Knight, I get into an elevator. I press the floor number, stand facing the door, do the boogie woogie - you know, standard things you do in an elevator, when the door opens. And I see a wall. And get extremely confused - 2 am can be a difficult time for all of us. I close the elevator, press for another floor, and behold - the elevator doesn't work.
Maybe there is an All Machines Meet going on somewhere and they've all decided to abandon me. I don't know. So I stand there, pressing random buttons, looking for an emergency phone, and staring into the security camera. Who knows, maybe somebody was watching. Apparently not - or maybe the camera was in the meet too, jeering, rubbing its hands together and giving a high pitched, evil laugh.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you realize you are stranded alone on an island- not knowing if you will survive or not. They are wrong. It happens when you get stuck in an elevator at 2am in an airport - with no cell phone signal. I am not exaggerating. Even Tom Hanks had a football to talk to!
I keep pressing the alarm button, and after an eternity (which essentially was 10 whole minutes), the elevator starts moving. Guess the Machines have had their fun. I can feel bright light again, the birds start chirping, there's triumphant music running in the background. I wonder who will play me in the movie they make based on my story. I see the Husband waiting outside security. I run towards him (ok fine, I walked very slightly faster), get him past security, and smile at him, my new born love for life pouring out with it- when he gruffly asks 'What took you so long?
We arrive 5 minutes after the checkin close, and plead with an airline executive, who I guess had the same purpose as our friend, the Traffic.
They finally give in, and send us running to the flight, when we realize many more people are rushing after us. You really are a Bee with an Itch, Madam Airline Executive.
After two hours of snoozing in the plane, we finally reach a sultry Delhi at midnight, happy the worst of the trip is already behind us.
We park ourselves in the under-furnished waiting room, when the husband decides to get himself stuck outside the security pass, without a copy of the ticket. Nature's calls can be quite demanding, after all.
While debating about what I do with my luggage, my phone decides to take a vacation by itself, and freezes on me.
After rummaging around for an old, barely working phone and deciding to abandon my luggage for like a nanosecond so I can be The husband's Knight, I get into an elevator. I press the floor number, stand facing the door, do the boogie woogie - you know, standard things you do in an elevator, when the door opens. And I see a wall. And get extremely confused - 2 am can be a difficult time for all of us. I close the elevator, press for another floor, and behold - the elevator doesn't work.
Maybe there is an All Machines Meet going on somewhere and they've all decided to abandon me. I don't know. So I stand there, pressing random buttons, looking for an emergency phone, and staring into the security camera. Who knows, maybe somebody was watching. Apparently not - or maybe the camera was in the meet too, jeering, rubbing its hands together and giving a high pitched, evil laugh.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you realize you are stranded alone on an island- not knowing if you will survive or not. They are wrong. It happens when you get stuck in an elevator at 2am in an airport - with no cell phone signal. I am not exaggerating. Even Tom Hanks had a football to talk to!
I keep pressing the alarm button, and after an eternity (which essentially was 10 whole minutes), the elevator starts moving. Guess the Machines have had their fun. I can feel bright light again, the birds start chirping, there's triumphant music running in the background. I wonder who will play me in the movie they make based on my story. I see the Husband waiting outside security. I run towards him (ok fine, I walked very slightly faster), get him past security, and smile at him, my new born love for life pouring out with it- when he gruffly asks 'What took you so long?
(Facepalm)
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ReplyDeleteWaiting to hear about the rest of the adventures :)
I asked the wrong person about adventures!
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