Am back with a kahani :-)

Many cubic meters of water has flown down the volga ( don't ask why volga, jlt ) since I last sat down to write on the blog.

Something weird happened on my trip back home in december. After the exams I was all spick and span, ready for the mumbai delhi flight and had made sufficient arrangements, or so i thought, to fight the cold in delhi but the civil aviation ministry, the low cost airline industry in india and god of rains indra (don't know who takes the responsibility of fog. It is close to clouds and rains so let it be him please) had other plans. Please don't close the window, it is not the usual stranded-passenger-struck-@-airport-cursing-on-Aaj-Tak story, it's different. Amazingly the flight was on time. The in-flight crew was courteous. This is inspite of the fact that she refused to give me change for a rupee 500 note for a 60 rupee lunch package which consisted of one small sized samosa, which people back in delhi would gulp in a single bite, two cookies and two slices of bread with butter and if it wasn't for my papi pet I wouldn't have spent that handsome load of money on this packet . My neighbour and I started off on a good note (the pun intended as the lady sitting next to me helped me with the change). After about an hour, the flight attendant came with a box full of boarding passes of all the passengers and said they were offering 3 fortune free return tickets for the lucky winners and he went to some kids for taking out the names.

The winners started making their miss-world-winner-esque awe and ooh gesture, one dropped a tear and some other winner jumped in the seat only to bump his head in the overhead bin. All the people in close vicinity turned to catch slightest glimpse of the winner (so that while getting down they could show their children look betaa !! this is what winners look like, this guy is only next to sachin tendulkar in achievements ). Only one more winner was to be declared and when I heard my seat number I did not know how to react, the flight attendant came and collected my details. Congratulations started pouring in from the remotest corners of the country/flight despite of the seat-belt sign on people came to give me a hug . (No please don't smirk, I don't know how to look awe struck in Aishwarya Rai style and I definitely did not bump my head on the overhead bin you can ask the lady sitting next to me on 4D seat ).

I was feeling like Manmohan Singh would have felt if he ever won a lok sabha election ( again you are not allowed to question my analogies, this is MY BLOG ok ?) (the analogy was corrected after someone pointed out, see comment) but the climax was yet to come. The captain announced that due to inclement weather conditions we can not land in delhi and none of the airports were ready to let us in and hence we were flying back to MUMBAI, everybody gave a sigh of disbelief. The announcement came as a shock to some as if Ayesha Takia had just dumped them. GoAir was ready to fly us back to delhi the next day and nothing much could be done at half past 12 when we landed back in mumbai and so after a dinner of bread omlette I had to go back to my hostel . My meeting with the 'dilli ki sardi' had been delayed. Nonetheless I went to delhi the next day and then after a rocking party in CP went to my home later and now this trimester is one 'GURU' and one visit to Kashid beach old :-).... more on that later ... stay happy !!!