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| GARG / SAURABH / MR on 4D |
Dear 4E on 6E 462,
First things first, this must be the 234th (or 287th) flight that I have taken in last five or so years. No I am not exaggerating. Neither am I showing off. I am just putting things in perspective.
Second, you may want to classify me as yet another delhiwallah – the concept of which is flawed in the first place itself. But trust me, unlike popular perception, the average Joe Amit walking down the streets in Delhi is not a pervert. He respects women. He knows his boundaries. He knows where to stop. He knows that there is life beyond merely ogling at women. He has dreams. He has aspirations. He has other things on the agenda.
Of course you wouldn’t take my word for this. If you would, why would you be so uncomfortable sitting next to me? I promise I checked for BO and I was not stinking. I even asked an aspiring author who had come to meet at the airport about it. And he seemed nonplussed by my question.
Third, you are gorgeous. You looked great. I am serious. You have to be one of the most good-looking women I’ve ever had the fortune of sitting next to. Not just at 35000 feet but anywhere. Except when I’ve sat next to sgMS. But no so good looking that I forget who I am and make uncalled for advances at you. I know better than that. I do. Trust me on this. If not for your antics, I would’ve never even looked in your direction even once.
So, now with all these things out of the way, dear 4E, pray answer one simple question. The question has given me sleepless night last night and most of the day today. I am confused, I have never seen such a behavior from any other co-passenger in any of the flights that I’ve taken in my life. The question is… Why dear 4E would you contort your face, snort, shiver every two seconds? And then look at me with those accusatory eyes every third second? What did I do?
At first I thought may be 4F was troubling you. But the dude on the other side obviously a first timer and he was busy taking pictures from his window seat. That couldn’t have made you react like that. Or may be it could. You looked like a rich woman and in your world, flying could be a privilege reserved for a select few only. I don’t know. Just speculating you know.
Plus, modern planes, especially in India and in coach class are classic example of cramped spaces. You must be used to your large mansions but some amount of discomfort is expected when you fly. No?
Thank God that your discomfort was not evident enough for the air hostesses to take note of. If they noticed, they would’ve reported me for sure. And I, the poor bald old man from Delhi wouldn’t have had anywhere to go. I am scared of heights and my pics being taken and splashed all over the Facebook.
When I realized that my presence was THE thing that was bothering you, I tried faking sleep, I tried to write, I tried to read and I even went to the loo twice, hoping that my absence would give you some sort of peace.
But no; Everytime I came back to 4D, you would shrug and then look at me. You know such things can scar people for life?
Thankfully I was wearing a pair of denims and a nice shirt. If I were in my regular flying attire – shorts and an old tattered tee-shirt – you would’ve definitely asked them to change your seat. Come to think of it, that’s a good idea. I must dress like that when I fly. There’s a higher probability that I’d fly in peace! I’d do it next time on. And when I do that, I hope I don’t meet you again onboard a plane. Actually not just on 6E, not on 9W, not on the ground. Not anywhere else.
I don’t want to meet you ever again. All the best to your beauty and your issues with people like me. To the day I die, I would be bothered about your issues with me. I am willing to tolerate more sleepless nights but I am not willing to meet you again. Ever.
Happy flying.
Love Regards,
The bald man on 4D
Note:
This is the first in a series of blogposts that I plan to write every time I take a flight.
Why would I do so? Because I love writing. And I love flying. And I love watching people when they’re flying – for some reason flying brings out the best (or may be worst) in them. And there is something or the other that happens every time I fly. Like one time, I was in this long queue and I had less than 2 minutes left to check-in. Wait… that’s a story for a different time.