Once again its time when I take the long journey with even longer transits. No, lets not say "Hurray!" as this really does not turn out to be such a fun thing when you are travelling alone. The first thing to get messed up is the sleep....yeah I can't sleep on aeroplanes...I've tried and once I have actually achieved 15 minutes to snooze only to be harshly woken up to the screams of a baby some 3 seats away....and as pissed off as I was I can assure you no babies were hurt in this incident. No the only casualality was my sleep or the lack of.
Anyways coming back to the point, I am currently on my way back home for home....yeah confusions reigns supreme when insanity comes naturally to you. I am on my way back to melbourne from a long long holiday at home (in Bangalore with the family) and am soooo not looking forward to the whole day transit at the Singapore airport and that is the one airport I actually really enjoy flying into. I will update on how things go there once I get there but for now lets concentrate on the good ol (well in this case the very new) Bangalore International Airport. It is situated in probably the farthest corner of the city imaginable and I am one of the few lucky ones for whom it takes an hour to get to there when the traffic is not crazy and if you are wondering when it isn't well usually late at night....which is when it gets a bit more crazy with the adrenaline junkies trying to show off how well they can pull off a wheelie on a motorbike (I have heard of insane cases where wheelies have been tried on cars so I just had to specify) and the insane drag races. So I get to the airport with the traffic being insane rather than the people and I am just assuming that here, I will not really vouch for that. The security guard at the entrance greets me with a pretty nasty stare which I believe is for making him do some work, but then again I am working on assumptions here also. Did I mention that this time I flying with good old and here I mean OLLLLDDDDDD Air India?? Yeah go me (whoever missed the point those three words are laden and are about to crumble under the weight of the intense sarcasm placed on them!!)!!!! As you can see how much fun I am expecting from this journey I was startled when I was greeted by a smile and a Namaste as soon as I got to the line meant for the cattle class (I can get away with saying that unlike that politician who was ostracised) and as soon as I get to the check in desk and do away with the pleasantaries I am asked what the highest denomination of the currency is in Australia. I proceed to answer the question as if my whole being is in question (yes its melodrama time!!) and then I am asked some random questions about who packed the bag and if there are any questionable items in the bag and was shown a list. After being satisfied with my answers Mr. Check-In guy finally starts to get to work and proceeds to process my boarding card which after 5 minutes was evident he didn't have a clue as to how to go about doing it and called for help. The supervisor strolls to the desk and asks me another set of random questions.....tells Mr. Check-In guy something in his airline language and voila I have a boarding pass!! I am however reminded to remind the people at the Changi airport (Singapore) to put my luggage on the right plane (how very assuring!!) when I collect my boarding pass for the onward journey to Melbourne. The guy at the immigration counter this time was actually being very friendly and had a smile on his face too something which I have found is pretty rare. I then proceed to the security check and since some time this has become the best part of the whole process while flying out of India largely due to the CISF boys. They are usually from the north and come up with some of the whackiest comments and this time it was this poor guy in front of me who out of being a little smart went to pick up the trays arranged on the other side to be sternly reprimanded by the person in charge with "Yahan pe itna tray rakha hai...dekhna chod diye hain kya?" (there's so many trays here, can't you notice it) in a tone which was hilarious for the others and am sure pretty embarassing for the poor guy.
Anyways after all the process I finally sat down with another hour and some to kill and ventured into a bookstore where I happened to find a book I wanted to buy for some time, I picked it up went to the counter and while the check-out clerk was scanning the bar code and entering my details in his system asked him if there was any discount and he looked up to ask "what for?" which is where I tried to put in my two cents of humour and said "you know something like thank god you are leaving us discount". Have to say that people these days have no sense of humour as the reply that came straight after was "Sorry Sir we never had any discounts like that...ever". My dreams of being a stand up comic took another few steps backwards....the rate at which that is happening I should do the moon walk with it...might turn out better.
Anyways this is almost it for part 1 of the journey...I will update as to how the flight was later......
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