Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Notes From a Plane.

I have seen it coming,
This day - the day I would miss my flight.
More and more frequently
I put off leaving for the airport
To the last possible minute.
My last three trips
Saw me in a mad rush
With taxi drivers coaxing
Their vehicles to run like race cars
On the obstacle courses of Aizawl roads.
Packing is a challenge I loathe;
Once upon a time, good boyfriends
Undertook that task for me.
Now I pack for myself,
Usually half an hour before I leave,
Haphazardly throwing in clothes
And hoping for the best.
Most times I forget something vital;
The last time I left a city,
I left my heart behind.
Airport food and airplane food
Are abhorrent, overpriced,
But I eat them anyway,
Because I rush out without having had time for a proper meal. My reluctance to plan my schedule properly is perhaps symptomatic of some inner repulsion at the thought of leaving another place yet another time. I love travelling to different places, meeting different people, soaking in different cultures. It is the journeys I hate.The International Terminal at Kolkata had mosquitoes: I was devoured by these bloodsucking insects as I waited. Oh, and I was on an international flight despite my not going anywhere abroad, because apparently, GoAir is an international flight.

Besides, I know by now what awaits me. The unimaginative decor of airport lounges, people staring at you for want of anything better to do, particularly lecherous guys who have no compunctions staring at you even when they're sitting right beside you, total strangers wanting to know where you're from, where you're going, and what you're doing there. Even as I write this, I caught the dude sitting behind me desperately peering through the crack between the seats, trying to read what I am writing. I stared him down. Small victory.

And this lady, sitting in the aisle seat- with, thankfully, an empty seat between us- this abominable woman has been belching every few minutes in the loudest, most disgusting way imaginable. Poetry is no longer possible. Believe me, a loud, deep, long belch will kill poetic inclinations any time. And her prodigious bulk prevents me from even attempting to get out of my seat to get at my stuff in the overhead compartment.

The Captain has at last announced that we are beginning our descent into Delhi. Yayyy!The overly conscientious flight attendant has suggested to us, over the PA system, that we should save whatever we have been working on before switching off our laptops. Seriously?!


  1. not an experience i would wish on anyone, but i loved that transition.

    and glad you're ok...and love that transition.

    1. Thanks, feddabonn. I had to make that transition... that stuff was too prosaic to render in poetry.

  2. Ya, like Baruk said, the transition. Interesting style/technique. Love it.

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    1. Yes, since I missed my flight, I had no other option. Hence.

  4. I'd thought this was one big carelessly-edited post until.... (blushing)

    Oh please don't judge me now :) But this is so uniquely beautiful!

    1. kinda is, Jona. My friends above have just very graciously chosen to see it as something better. Thanks!

  5. lovely post. you describe the experience of being in transit so evocatively. and i love the transition style. felt, to me, like you're singing a beautiful song and, suddenly, unexpectedly, the song turns to rap......

    1. hahaha roulngulworld... rap/tirade! :) But it's nice to see your paw prints here again.

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  7. haha, I can so picture your disgruntled expression!

    1. Sheesh, as if I ever get disgruntled in front of you, kuku. Oh wait, maybe I do...hehe.

  8. Didnt get the transition...and why do your columns change sizes so abruptly? Jaldi batao!

    1. Philo... that should teach you to not read other people's comments first! :p Well I started out with verse and ended up with prose, so I guess that's what the "transition" is supposed to mean. Ok, so, really? They change sizes? I have NO idea. On my screen they seem stable. *Perplexed*

  9. Actually, that was supposed to be a facetious comment!...a smiley might have helped. Not to undermine your piece in anyway.