Everything was fine…everything was fine…nothing has changed till I boarded the flight from Dubai. As usual, the flight was late from Dubai…almost 1 hr late…I knew Indians are mostly late…but I was proved wrong. Being late is a global concern. I was afraid that being late from Dubai means reaching late to Mumbai, which eventually may result in missing the flight to Kolkata from Mumbai.
Perhaps, my fear came true. I reached Mumbai around 4:45 am[instead of 3:25 am as per scheduled departure…!!] followed by a long queue of immigration…a sheer bullshit. Finally I got released from the international terminal at 5:40 am, & headed towards the domestic terminal—the flight to Kolkata was scheduled at 6:10 am..n when I reached the Air India counter in Domestic terminal, it was 5:58 am. I must tell at this point of time, that Air India is just another fucked up carrier in India—the airhostesses are tired & old..& lost their charm-the cabin crew, male if present, seems to have suffered from depression & is not strong. Secondly, unwilling to help!! I remember, last time, when I missed my flight [thanks to Jet airways!!!], I got a replacement ticket by Jet[the mistake being theirs..not mine] & this time, when I wanted a replacement in some other carrier, they were pretty much unwilling to help… “take the flight in the evening, at 6:30 pm”, the officer said in a monotonous tone. “That means it will not reach before 10 pm in Kolkata,” was my reply, as I am sure the flight will be late also.
Certainly…Air India or Indian airlines is a douchebag..I am terribly pissed off with this fucked up airline carrier.
Now I am in the domestic terminal..writing this piece…tried calling up few friends—at least somewhere I can freshen up myself…no one seems to respond….
After 1 hr….
I talked to Saurav Batabyal, an old colleague who is still in Grand Hyatt, Mumbai—the place where I worked first. He advised me to meet him in the hotel in the pastry shop, “The Gourmet Store”. After having a light breakfast of Dosa, Medu Wada in a local joint, I headed towards Grand Hyatt, not as an employee but as a guest. Saurav was kind enough to give me a treat—a grilled ham-n-cheese sandwich, a bottle of orange juice & finally a shot of espresso. I definitely thank him for this favour & this is one of the reasons why I keep good relation with servers/waiters even if I fight with them when I am in my uniform. I forgot to tell you that my notorious luggage was left in the cloak room for a hefty price..but now beggars cannot be choosers.
After some 1-2 hrs I came back to the airport, but now I need to sleep. I didn’t sleep for the last 24 hrs & feeling its need, I was sleeping for about 2 hours or so…Damn, I will reach home after 24 hours I left Dubai….!!!Shit happens…right??
And now, the internet connectivity is poor…very poor in the terminal. I wish I could publish this in the blog right away, but unfortunately…I couldn’t. After about one hour, these guys will take my notorious luggage for check in…I am just frustrated…utterly frustrated…….
N now...I got the net...so I am publishing it...
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