My bad flying experience...

I am not a very frequent flyer. I generally prefer Railways over Flights. This year in Jan I travelled to-and-fro to home after my exams to meet my family after a long time. I was flying after a very long time. Thank fully my friend was accompanying me to my layover in New Delhi. Before the flight I was scared that I might get air sick. So as per my text books and advice by my friends I took an Avomin tab right before the first part of the journey. And Oh boy! It was a bad idea.

The tab has a very strong sedative side effect. As soon as I boarded I tried to entertain myself in all possible ways but it was all in vain. My eye lids started feeling heavy, and nothing would keep me awake. I am a 6 feet tall person and the space provided by Indian economical airlines for a person is hardly enough for a 6 year old, all to increase their margins. I dropped my tray and crashed my head over it but it was so congested on my seat, my legs felt numb coupled with at least 4 crying babies made me so mad and frustrated, I was craving for a bed. Its now that I realised how comfortable journey on rail is(even though it takes two full days for me to reach home), I started praying for a landing as soon as possible. With every minute the journey was turning into a hell, and the amount of fool I was making myself before all the people was just ridiculous.

The plane finally landed in New Delhi and I wanted to kiss the land, but couldn't dare make any more fool of me. It was a long layover for both of us, longer for me. I have been to New Delhi Airport only once before but I had no idea how massive it is. My friend told me to stay close and soon realised our flights take off from two very far away terminals, so we had to depart. And I was left all alone and scared in that huge airport, like a baby in a fair. It took me an hour of walking and questioning half a dozen people to reach my terminal. That much of activity sure knocked down my sleepiness and the sight of mcdonald's made me happy and hungry. It was a life saver. It fed me, uplifted me from the sad day and reduced the feeling of loneliness, I almost called it 'Mother.' The Republic day was around the corner and the security as usual sky rocketed at the Capital City Airport. We were stripped of not only our luggage and gadgets, but jackets, belts, shoes and socks. One signal and I would have taken my clothes off too!!!! Just saying, it was too much of inconvenience. After a couple of hours of wait and roaming around, I boarded my second flight and left for Kolkata. The second flight was thankfully uneventful but I cannot say the same about my return flight two weeks later.

It was a direct flight from Kolkata to Pune, no meds this time, and I knew all the right things to pray for. For starters- No Babies!! I boarded the flight and sat with a seemingly newly married Bengali couple. The guy was good looking while the women was fat, ugly and nut-cracking dominating. Oh! its such a pleasure to call her that, and I will tell you why. Ten minutes in, the aircraft reached a good height and the space as usual was very compromised. I have long hands and legs while that fat lady was over pouring from her seat which led to our elbows brushing against each other one or two times. She gave me a mad "Miranda Priestly" look, as if warning me- one more contact and she will cut off my balls. I was dead scared of the fact that I'm a timid submissive guy when it comes to women, and in our country when a woman says she was molested, people believe with blind eyes and deaf ears. Its nightmare of mine to get caught into one such situation where I'm wrongly accused of molesting a woman. If you think that was the end of the story, you couldn't be more wrong.

Twenty-Thirty minutes in, I was trying to control my 6 feet body from contacting 300 lbs mama walrus seating next to me. The babies on flight were all crying in sync, the hymn of the hell I call it. In so much pain and suffering, my stupid body did it again. My elbow touched her elbow, that mad crazy bitch turned towards me and started yelling at me- " Please mister, keep your body in control. I'm not going to say it again" I was gasping for breath when she turned towards her husband and yelled at him about me, some offensive crap about me in Bengali language. Her husband got furious and looked at me with wide eyes raging with anger. "Dude, keep your hands in control or I will teach you a good lesson about it" or some bold crap like that, I don't remember well. I wanted to shout and yell and scold that lady for harassing me, but I couldn't. I was too scared. I sat there quietly, scolding my own self mentally for letting my hands a little free on that god-forsaken plane.

A few minutes later, I realised I have had enough humiliation today and I wont take any more crap from that witch. I got up and reached the air hostess and told her I need a change of seat, to any seat they can get me. But unfortunately all seats were filled, none were empty. I told the good lady about everything, about how the fat lady is torturing me and how her husband was ready to break my bones at her signal. It now brings a sense of past were I used to complain to the teacher about bullies and the teacher would scold them. Anyways, the smart hostess suggested an easy fix. She marched to my seat, me following her like a lame kid. She talked to the couple and requested them to exchange seat, so that the husband was in middle and the fat ugly wife had the window seat. He "huffed and he puffed" and accepted the proposal. There went my bad day out of the window. Thank you air hostess and god so much.

I reached Pune and since then 9 months have passed, I haven't had the heart to take a flight home again, but I'm about to soon, so lets hope for the best. Thanks for reading, Have a good day.