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Journey to the West - Getting on the plane

Finally.... After mentioning this blog quite a few times and coming up wit it jus a lil after a month :D :D ...PHEW was I busy or wat.........!! So here goes.....

10.30PM, December 27th, 2008
Location: Besant Nagar, India
The last minute of packing and weighing the bags and trying to keep them under 23kgs. No, that is not realistic. It is never true and it is never possible to get that rite. Wateva we try, its gonna end up at least a KG more than wat is allowed. Packing done by 11:00PM and a final round of hugs and namaskarams to grandparents. I was cuddling my dearest Kutty to last me a long time before I come back to India(I miss her soooooooo much :( ). We head to the airport. We means, my parents and me. I went into Anna International Airport along with several others. I went in and had no problems with my bags and went on to check-in and come back and spend time with my parents and friends. I go ahead and see a queue as long as the longest I have seen. I din wanna stand in one of those. But, this was the first of many I was gonna see. So, just went ahead with a SIGH written all over my face.

All of a sudden, a British Airways attendant comes by and asks the queue starting from me to go to a different check-in counter. PHEW, wee headed to the business class check-in counter and guess wat I was the first to check-in. I had a great time with my parents and friends till much later. BA staff again comes and tells me, "All flights are running full, Sir, head to Immigration." I go ahead and at around 1:30AM, 28th December 2008 and go through Immigration at Chennai's Anna International Terminal. Now, now now.... Me being a genius :D.... I gave away all the Indian currency I had on me to my Dad before I came thro'. I go up and wait for the security check for my flight to open up......only in vain..... I was there at security at 2AM for a flight that was going to depart at 4AM!!!!!!! WTH!!! And now the best thing happens, I start to feel hungry as I sit in the lobby there. My brilliance made sure sometime back that I did not have any Indian money on me!!!! So I cudnt buy anything from the shop that sold all the goodies rite in front of me. Now, there were rats running in my stomach and for some strange reason I started to believe they were running some kinda race in there :( :(!!!!

All of a sudden, the security check for BA is announced and I go through tat and now switch some music on. My iPod was dishing out beautiful numbers as I waited for a boarding call. And in sometime came the magic words. We all headed to board the flight. Now, I start going thro a number of feelings.

Excitement & Fear, cos this was my first international flight.
Happiness, I was heading to the Silicon valley, and more so, I was going to be wit my dearest sis whom I missed for the past 2.5 years
Sadness, I was leaving my parents and Kutty behind and a whole ocean of friends.

The inner me was emotionally mottled. And I boarded the flight wit a lot of thots and rats racing around in my tummy. I sit down and in very less time all passengers were offered something to drink..... PHEWWWWWW!!!!!

End of Part 1............
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  1. the chosen oneFebruary 2, 2009 at 1:08 PM

    write abt mami da:P

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  2. the chosen oneFebruary 2, 2009 at 1:09 PM

    and u know wat in airport they accept dollars for food... we also did the same and got a coke for a dollar...

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  3. Vinay VijayakumarFebruary 2, 2009 at 10:51 PM

    WTH??? :O!!! Seriously.... I dinno da :(!!! ada paavi! I went into the flight waitin to be given somethin to eat or drink... :-s

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  4. Navin VFebruary 3, 2009 at 7:36 PM

    Mmm hmm..Eat or drink eh.. Ok sir. Next part, I'm waiting for some midnight masala that happened on your flight :)

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  5. RamyaFebruary 3, 2009 at 8:55 PM

    "All flights are running full, Sir, head to Immigration." SIR.... YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! rotfl......... :p

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  6. Vinay VijayakumarFebruary 4, 2009 at 1:28 PM

    @navin: Midnite masala eh... comin up macha!! :D
    @Rmy: hehe... i was rotfling too :P

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