I know that this article doesn’t relate to anyone. N I don’t even care what anyone has to say about it. I just wana write.
To be a bit extra adventurous, this time I planned my trip to the airport by public conveyance. This would mean going to Dhaula Kuan by bus, n then finding our conveyance from there to the airport. The best thing was, there were many things unknown. Like, for example, I had never seen Dhaula Kuan, n I didn’t know where to get down. Then, I didn’t have my printed itenary. I had to print it from the airport itself. Then, I didn’t have the card by which I booked my ticket. The rules n regulations said, I need to show it at the time of check in. Keeping all the unknown possibilities, we (my laptop bag, my hand bag n me) started on our journey.
I was finding it very interesting in the mean time to work on the documentary in Samyak. I had many future engagements coming up, many interesting new assignments already lined up for me. But then, God had plans for me to come to Mumbai.
My bus journey was very normalish. Nothing too new. Luckily I got down at Dhaula Kuan where my search for an auto started. After much bargaining I found one for 60 bucks till the airport. As we started, the driver started talking about why he should take 60, n not 40. Gradually while talking I came to know more about him. He was an 86 year old man, driving an auto since 1966. It made me feel, hes been driving auto even since I wasn’t born. What a long journey. I was really impressed by his smile. We were discussing the Indian system, n that there’s no positivity anywhere in the system, n yet he was looking so happy, so joyous. His teeth (original ones) showed no signs of tobacco or pan masala. N they seemed hard ones, though had gaps now. Whenever he used to smile, his tongue used to come out. When I got down, I just had a feeling to touch his feet, coz he was just like my own dadaji.
Then started my journey to Mumbai.
As soon as I entered the flight, there was such a beautiful hostess saying hello, I really lost my heart. I wished I was a bit more elder, n settled professionally..coz otherwise, I was just eligible to be her young friend. hehe..
Just after the flight got stable in the air, one of our co passengers, sitting in just the adjacent row fainted. As expected, the same hostess attended to him. She did her job well, as did the other crew members. After all they are all trained. But, lucky me, that I even got to see her emotional n caring side of character. She was also one of the “beautiful minds”. “Beautiful Mind” is the term I give to some people, who have extra ordinarily positive vibes. N not many have got that term by me. People like my Mom, my Mausi, Sanchita, Eshan, Shwahzeh, Nikki…n a few more may be, have got this compliment from me. I am very KANJOOS in spending this treasure of mine. Hehe.
Anyways, after thinking a lot, I thought I should at least give her some token of appreciation. I didn’t have a paper n pen. So I tore out the vomit bag, made a card of it, on top of which was made a smiley, n written thanks, n inside was a short n sweet poem. I don’t know whether she too appreciated it or not. When I was de-boarding, I walked out last, so that I could give her that token. But then, that stewart came in between. So pointing towards that hostess I handed that card to him, n said –“thanks, that’s for u”. They too replied as “thanks”. N I moved down.
On that card I wrote –
“I am not a flirt, not a forward kinda guy, n I am not witty
I justttttttttt want to appreciate, you are really pretty.
Aint I naughty?
Hehe.
ALL THE BEST.
Regards,
Seat 19 A
Del – Bom
Jet lite
22/01/09.”
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
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