Monday, January 29, 2007

The flying "Indian Railways of 80s"

Ooops! I did it again.

Well I have flown with these guys for at least 5 times if not more and all those 5 times my experience has been like, I better not talk.

It is the flying Indian Railways, but the railways of the 80’s.

So what happened this time? My brother had come over to Hyderabad from Nigeria after more than 1 year, and Jan 12, 2007 being a long weekend, yes we a day off on Jan 15 for Pongal/Sankranti.

I thought if I book an early evening flight to Hyderabad I can have a nice evening with my nephew and my niece; and the only flight available was of this flying Indian Railways of the 80’s. They say “We are a low cost airline.” Indeed they were a low cost airline this time; where the others were two to three times costlier than this. And this is where I made the mistake and I did it again.

So my flight departs on Jan 12, 1800 hours. On Jan 11, 2020 hours I receive an SMS that my flight has been rescheduled to depart at 2250 hours. Well rescheduling is acceptable if it is due to unforeseen circumstances. And unforeseen are... you know unforeseen. If you get an "unforeseen" 24 hours before the actual, then is it actually foreseen? I guess... Ummmm... Not. It is turning a blind eye to make it not seen but unforeseen. But then who am I to say that, Captain Gopinath and his well trained staff knows it better.

Anyways, I leave office in time to reach the airport and just as I am about to board the taxi, my mobile phones buzzed. “The flight has been rescheduled to depart at 2325”
A flight which had to depart at 1800 hours was rescheduled to depart at 2020 hrs and then rescheduled again to depart at 2325 hours.

Man there is something seriously wrong somewhere. And I feared the worst. May be they’ll keep on rescheduling it again and again and I’ll see my return flight make a landing.

Nevertheless I board the taxi and head for the airport. Whatelse to do, I thought.

As if all this was not enough; to add to my woes while I stand in the queue to take my boarding pass the bloody server goes down. 20 minutes we stand there doing nothing cursing that moment when we all book the tickets with this “Flying Indian Railways of the 80s”. There were many like me, some regulars and some irregularly regular.

And this one gentleman is so furious that when he finds the lady on the other side of the counter free, starts blasting her. The most humorous thing he said was"

Why do you charge airport tax to us?”

Some reply which was insignificant

“Why? Don’t you guys pay Airport Authority of India the taxes for using the Bangalore airport? Have they banned you from using the airport? Do you do online transfer just when you are about to land and this time the server like this bloody one here has failed and you cannot transfer the money or is that you cheque bounced.”



Man I was on the floor laughing, rolling from side to side, the spasms in the stomach getting the better of me; and I laughed so hard, so loud that the guy probably forgot his anger and then thought for a while and then started to laugh too. I couldn’t help but say “Maybe they carry the cheque with themselves and now were have a chicken and egg situation.”

He for sure didn’t get that, for he was part looking for the chicken and part waiting for that egg to pop up from somewhere. Anyways if you guys didn’t get that let me explain

“They have the cheque with them and they are in the air. They can give the cheque only when they land and they cannot land until they give the cheque”

Whatever.

They got the paper on which they print the boarding passes and started scribbling on it.

Then came running a lady, who looked like she was from China, or that region, you know what I mean they all look the same. She waited in the queue, unknown to her that the queue will take a long time to even consider the notion of moving. Seeing that nobody moved she moved ahead and stood besides me. We Indian are very helpful people. So I told her “You see the Server is down, probably the link somewhere is down or that their switch has been stolen.”

She did see I use Colgate. Raising her eyebrows she made a sorry face “I heard the announcement that… ”. I thought since when did they start announcing ‘May I have your attention please (what else do I have left?) our server is down because we forgot pay our electricity bills and they have disconnected the power lines to our office. We apologize for the inconvenience caused.’

Back to where she left “… we can carry only one cabin luggage. I have two I have to check in one”. Sure go ahead, talk to that guy on the counter and he will be happy to help you. Not that they usually say so or are really happy doing so, but now for sure they would be or else they will have to put up with the angry customers.

So we got the boarding passes and moved to the Security Check.

You fight a skirmish and you are a hero. You fight a battle and you are revered by all. You fight a war and you are a national hero.

Time to walk towards the Security Check and move on to the boarding lounge.


Ok so he is in queue. He … he and he … he too. Here the queue turns, here again it turns. It spirals inward in ever decreasing radius. I follow the queue moving in opposite direction... where the heck does it end? I raise my arm in disgust and say it loud “Where does this God damn queue end?” Of all the people standing there who hear my plea, this one guy listening to his I-Pod removed his earphones and said “There’s the last guy”. That was for the loudness.

Where I stood, the queue has already spiraled four times. There were at least 150 + lives being wasted in a never ending queue. I so badly wish the guys in charge, the AAI authorities and the politicians have to stand in this queue for 1 hour like I did.

Better they commit suicide, that will save so many lives.

I am scared. Really scared. With these many people how thoroughly can the security personnel manning the X-Ray machine scrutinize the baggage and the harassed travelers.

“Passengers traveling through ‘I am sure you hate it” flight to
Hyderabad are requested to move to Gate 2 for boarding.”



Finally I am in. The airline has free seating. It is like the general compartment of the railways. You sit where you find a seat. Thank God they don’t overbook or some body will have to stand and travel or foot-board travel. I take the first available seat and wait for the aircraft to take off.

There some commotion in the back. A guy approaches the Cabin Crew in-charge then talks to the pilot. I later figured it out that there was this guy on board who was so badly drunk that he didn’t know the difference between the seat and the arm rest and tried to squeeze the arm-rest so that he could sit comfortably; squeeze it where? The moral police is watching and I better say no more than I already have.

The security arrives, the Air Hostess talks something, they walk all the way back and talk to the drunk, the pilot comes and talks some sense to the nonsense, they talk, discuss, talk talk and discuss again. I heard the security say to the Air Hostess ‘If you say we can take him off the flight’. ‘No it is okay’

The security instructions about how to put on the seat belt, tighten it or loosen it, the emergency exits, the lights, the oxygen masks, the instruction booklet and of-course “Do not steal the life jackets, we will not be able to provide you with low cost services if you do so”

All this while it is hot inside, they haven't put on the AC I guess.


“Cabin crew prepare for takeoff”



“Cabin crew to their stations for takeoff”



I peak up the music on my I-pod, take out my laptop and start writing this post. I check my watch its 0100 hours of Jan 13, 2007 for a flight which had to depart at 1800 hours on Jan 12, 2007.

“Chai-Chai- samosa…”


The trolley moves in the aisle. A lady purchases a fruit juice at price so high I cannot even jump and grab it. An old fella buys water.

Later in next few weeks I read in paper that Air Deccan has made profit. And I need not wonder why?

The landing... finally at 0200 hours. I am tired, hungry, thirsty, pissed off, angry, irritated and I can go on about how I was feeling.

I am sure this is the strategy of Air-Deccan. Put the scheduled departure time at convenient times, most likely in the evenings, so that people buy the tickets. As soon as they buy the ticket message them that the flight is rescheduled, most likely at the dinner time. If he cancels the ticket they still earn some money. If not, all the better. Just 2 hours before the departure message them that the flight has been rescheduled to even later time in the night. People reach airport get the boarding passes and seeing the long queues every where, even in the loo, they stand in one of the lines. Note that the passenger hasn’t found time to have something to eat or drink, no one wants to stand a stupid queue for any long than necessary.

Since the queues are long you end up standing in the queue for boarding once you are done with the security check. Note that the passenger hasn’t found time to have something to eat or drink, no one wants to stand a stupid queue for any long that necessary.

The passenger, so much thankful to the entrepreneur, takes a sigh of relief and takes his seat. But the pangs of hunger and thirst start bothering him; and then (s)he sees the bottled water, samosas, biscuits in that trolley. What do they do, they buy the stuff at prices they would never otherwise buy; and some like me take a vow to never do anything which will make this bastards make money.

But I thank them that they haven’t yet put a charge on using the toilets in the aircraft or for using the toilet/tissue paper. At least for now I can relieve myself in peace.

By the way, have you ever notices their mascot The Common Man by R.K. Laxman. He carries a basket which has the Air Deccan logo of ten fingered birdie in it. And Air Deccan is very much like it. Just like the common man doesn’t know when the birdie will leave the bag and fly off, the entire country doesn’t know when the flight will finally take off.

Air Deccan. Low cost unpredictable services at the terrible cost of
spoilt plans…



I here by take a vow to never ever travel with you guys.

Shit!... It is the Big Boss

I do not have a television. I do not even have a radio. How do I entertain myself? Well I read books, listen to music and play games on my laptop to name a few.

Had read a lot about Big Brother in the newspaper in last few weeks, some kind of reality show. A rather popular show and like all popular Western stuff had its own copy stuff here back home called Big Boss.

Never had actually seen an episode of Big Boss.

But This Saturday, when I was visiting my friend he was hooked to the TV “It is the Big Boss Grand Finale” and I stayed on to see the show.

My votes??



“Crap. Tuck loads of it. Airbus 380 jumbo loads of shit.”

I was really hurt to see how Arshad Warsi, my friend, and plenty of others had savored the entertainment served to them; making fun of the feelings of people in there, in that house for three months. Reality Show! What reality and where’s the reality?

I feel pity of Anupama Verma (She had long back featured in a Jackie Shroff movie.) Aryan and Anupama had sparks flying between them and when it was all reduced to dying embers it became the fire place where others could take the warmth of… Ah! Entertainment.

What happened to other stuff? Like “Hey! You were friendly to others. You were always there to help others. You were real non-sense but yes we enjoyed it a lot. Hadn’t it been for you comic, life there would have had been so boring.” The only thing that was talked was “You and you were so close.”

Arshad Warsi, asking Aryan, how’s life, how’s this “Aur kaisa hai, who kaisa hai” and with particular emphasis “Aur woh kaisa hai?” Are you nuts man? That lady sitting there has been hurt, her feelings trampled upon, you can feel her pain when she said that she doesn’t talk about here personal life in public and doesn’t want to talk about it. It hurts her family more than it hurts her. You kind of get the hint but cannot refrain from wandering there again and again.

I really felt bad about what happened to Anupama out there. You very rightly said

“I thought it was reality show, thinking that the people will be their normal selves as they are out there in the real world. But I was wrong people were playing games here; playing games with people’s emotions, people’s feelings.”

No matter who ever hurts you remember lady that he/she was never worth the effort of feeling bad of crying. Just what you said.

As somebody wise had said:

“Kisi ka rona, kisi ka tamasha”

(somebody’s tears somebody’s entertainment).

The evergreen melodious songs of past.

A long weekend, 3 days at a stretch and you know why and how much I hate them some times.

A set of peaceful 3 days.

I listened to old, very old, Hindi music. Lay in the bed for so long that I did not feel like sleeping in the night. Doing all the laundry and ironing then, while the soft music played in the background. It is four o’clock in the evening and its time for Salsa.

And what’s better that your partner (just a dance partner so you don’t roll you eyes now) doesn’t want you to dance with another lady.

Get up in the morning the next day, Sunday, make a cup of hot tea (I love tea and have a quarter of a liter at one go) read the Sunday newspaper, first line to the last. Walk around the house relishing my loneliness with Manna Dey , Rafi, Mukesh, Suraiya and the other of the same league singing their best in the background.

Its four o’clock again and it is time to shake a leg.

Some of the songs I listened in this long weekend:

- Aawaz de kahan hai tu, duniya meri jawan hai…
- Yahoo! Chahe koi mujhe jungle kahe
- Bedardi Balama tujhko mera man yaad karta hai
- Chod gaye balam, mujhe hai akela chod gaye
- Khuda kare ke kayamat ho aur tu aaye
- Jhuka Ke Sar ko phooncho (Satre – pe –Satta)
- Masti Bhara hai sama, hum dono hain yahan
- Gori ka Sajan, Sajan ki Gori, lo ji shuru ho ayi love story (really cool English LOL)
- Teri Bindya Re, re aaye haye teri bindya re
- Kisi ki muskurahaton pe ho nisaar, kisi ki dard mil sake to le udhaar
- Phool Tumhe Bheja hai Khat main, phool nahin mera dil hai
- Yeh Dil , yeh pagal dil mera. Kyon bhuj gaya aawargi.
- Hum Bewafa hargiz na the, par hum wafa kar na sake
- Aye malik tere bande hum, aise hon humare karam
- Itni shakti hume dena data, man ka vishwas kamzoor ho na
- Dil Tadap Tadap ke kah raha aa bhi ja tu hum se aankh na chura
- Kya janoo sajan, hoti hai kya gum ki shaam. Jal uthe sau diye, jab liye tera naam
- Jab bhi koi kangana bole, pyal chanak jaye, soi soi dil ki dhadkan sulag sulag jaye
- Dil diya hai jaan bhi denge aye vatan tere liye
- Toote hue khawabo ne, humko yeh sikhaya hai, dil ne…. dil ne jise paaya tha aankhon gavayan hai.
- Yeh zindagi usi ki hai, jo kisi ka ho gaya, pyar hi main kho gaya
- Yeh dekh ke dil jhooma, li pyar ne angdaayi … deewana hua badal
- Magar –e- haseena –e- bekhabar, jara dekh chupke se idhar
- Suhana Safar aur yeh mausam haseen
- Jis gali mein tera ghar na ho balma, us gali se hume to guzarna nahin
- Aye dil hai mushkil hai jeena yaha, jara hat ke jara bach ke, yeh hai Bombay meri jaan
- Sar jo tera chakraye, ya dil dooba jaye, aaja pyare paas humare, kahe ghabraye
- Hume aur jeene ki chaahat na hoti, agar tum na hote
- Aane vala pal jane vala hai
- My heart is beating keeps on repeating. I’m waiting for you. My love encloses a lot of roses…
- Usha Uthup – Hari Om Hari
- Yeh raat aur yeh doori, tera milna hai jaroori, ki dil mera dhak dhal dole…
- Aa ab laut chalein,
- Chingari koi bhadke to sawan use bujhaye sawam jo agan lagaye use kaun bhujaye…
- Main to kab se khadi ek baar ki ankhiyaan
- Aaaj sanam madhur chandni main hum tum mile to veerane main aa jayegi bahaar…
- Lakdi ki kathi, kathi pe ghoda, ghode kid um pe jo mara hathoda…
- Teri pyari pyari surat ko kisi ki nazar na lage, jash-me-baddoor….
- Jo vada kiya woh nibhana padega, roke zamana chahe roke khudai ...
- Bichua ... Peepal chaiyaan, abithi pal bhar, dhar ke gagariya… das gaya paapi bichua…
- Zindagi milke bitayenge, hale dil ga ke sunayein-ge....
- Kaun hai jo sapno main aaya, kaun hai jo dil main samaya, jo jhuk gaya aasma bhi ishq mera rang laya....
- Jhilmil sitaroon ke aangan hoga, rimjhim barasta hoga sawan hoga...
- Jaai-ye aap kahan jaayen-ge, yeh nazar laut ke fir aayegi...
- Tasveer teri dil main, jis dil se utaari hai, fir tujhe sang leke ...
- Pathar ke sanam, tujhe humne mohabat ka khuda jana....
- Dushman na kare dost ne woh kaam kiya hai...
- Kisi na kisi se kabhi na kabhi, kahin na kahin dil lagan padega...
- Ramiya vasa-vaiya, main dil tujhko diya...
- Ello ji saman hum aa gaye, aaj fir dil leke, ab itna bhi na gussa karo nahin jani.. yeh khoya khoya mausam pawan diwani… (too good a song)
- Dhadkan jara ruk gayi hai…. Kahin zindagi bah rahi hai....
- Madhuban main radhika nahe re, girdhar ki muraliya baje re...
- Dilbar dil se pyara, dil ki suntan ja re, sari duniye hari humse hum tujh pe dil hare….
- Pyar hua ishq hua ( The great Raj Kaporr, Nargis song)
- Kutch to log kahenge…
- Sheesha ho ya dil ho toot jata hai…
- Bahut shukriya, badi maharbani, meri zindagi main huzoor aap aye…
- The memorable guitar in Karz, Ek haseena thi…
- Javed Akhtar – Jab tum yaad aaye…
- All time favorite – Dukki pe dukki ho ye satte pe satta….
- Yeh rat yeh chandi fir kahan … sun ja dil ki dastaaan
- Chandan sa badan, chancel chitvan…
- Pyar kiya to darna kya??
- Raat kali ek khwaab main aayi aur gale ka haar bani ...
- Jahan main jati vahin vchale aate ho , chori chori mere dil main samate ho, yeh to batao ki tum mere kaun ho …
- Pukarta chala hoon main, gali gali bahar ki, bas ek chaaoon julf ki….
- Ek Pyar ka nagma hai…


My all time ever favourite
Tum ne woh kya dekha jo kaha deewana, humko nahin kutch samajh jara samjhana….
Pyar main jab bhi aankh lad jaaye, tab dhadkan aur beechaini badh jaye…
Jan koi ginta hai ratoon ko tare…. tab samjho use pyar ho gaya pyare…
Pyar hume kis mod pe le aaya…”


And last but not the least, the great Lata song:
Aye mere vatan ke logon, tum khoob laga lo nara,
yeh shubh din hai hum sabka,
Lahra lo Tiranga pyara,
par mat bhoolo,
seema par veeron ne hai pryan gavayin,
kutch yaad unhe bhi karlo… Jo laut ke ghar na aayee..”



And my songs are still not done... there are more.
I am sure the golden days of bygone years must have come fresh in your mind. These are the evergreen songs and I have made multiple copied of them, you know redundancy in a fail safe system.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Vivo en Bangalore

Descrption

Vivo en Bangalore. La ciudad es fria. Las calles de la ciudad son sucias y angostos. Las calles son ruisodes tambien. La ciudad tiene casas. Las casas son muy gandes. Hay muchos hotels. Los hoteles son costosos. Busco una casa en mi tiempo libre. El aeropuerto de la ciudad es grnade pero esta muy lejos. El aeropuerto es ruisodo. Hay muchos autobuses en las calles de la ciudad. Los autobuses son viejos. Muchos autobuses estan rotas. Las personas de la ciudad son amables. Son felices y orgullosas. Los personas caminar en los jardines. Los jardines de la ciudad son hermosos. La ciudad es muy hermosa los fines de semana. A mi familia le gusta la ciudad. Viene Bangalore en deciembre o jenero. Vive en Lucknow. Nuestro casa en lucknow es muy grande. Nuestro casa tiene un jardin. Hay muchos las plantas enstan en la jardin. Mi madre y mi padre les gustan plantas.