My First Experience - Not An Erotica -3

This blog was written on April-12-2006 in my MSN space.

Let me eat a few more pieces of your brain.I was telling you about my first flight journey. Second part endedhere: I got a pretty lady to chat with and spend time in theconnecting United Airlines airport in Chicago.Girls are girls.Once started, she talked like a quick flow stream.A few of the details: she got married to a cop at 23, a year back.She has to go to NewYork.She told about the reservation system in the USA.They have it based on financial status. She is not happy with eventhat.Her argument: How can a person be appointed as a teacher, justbecause he is poor, when there are more learned people than him?She then told about her childhood.Her mom is a bad lady.She grew up away from her mom, with her father and his wife.When she was 13 or so, she turned out to be very rude to her step mom.Her father sent her back to her mom.Staying with her mom was a hell for Stacy.So she came back to her dad, but earned independantly for her studies.She worked as a teacher in a school. Did some government service.Now she is working in a veternary hospital.I told her how parents in Andhrapradesh rub thier views on children.I told about our infamous EAMCET (Engineering And Medical CommonEntrance Test).And asked her how my english was, whether I am communicating wellenough.She said I am doing well and would succeed in my job. Good.I told how to pronounce my name. What it does mean.I told who Sita is. She could not pronounce Sita. I made her do itright.And a bit of Ramayanam and Mahabharatam.Story line and how the two epics influence Indian society and lifestyles.This went on up to 2 am. She said she would sleep. I was also feelingdizzy.But I am afraid of missing the morning flight, if I sleep.She said, she has a cell phone and can set alarm.But I decided not to sleep.I went to my terminal and slept on a sofa, but got up by 4.30am.Toilets were very clean and well maintained, compared to Mumbaiinternational airport.Then spent the time watching TV news.Slowly people started to gather in the terminal.A small flight, compared to Air India flight, came for boarding.Air hostesses ignored me as I went in and sat in my seat.I expected a plastic smile from them, but ....The big guy next to me was not comfortable to sit next to me.I felt these people are treating me as if I was a stinking sloth.A black lady came and sat in the window seat next to me.When all the people boarded the flight, the guy next to me went awayand found another seat.It hurt me badly. I could not look into other people. I felt I amugly.Looked at my jerkin. It was not good looking. It had attracted dustparticles.In the three day journey my beard has grown, making me look uglier.Flight moved and took off. I am not enjoying it.Airhostess is serving drinks. Crossed my seat and turned back to askwhat I would prefer.I asked for an orange juice. It was bad. So kind of her.Soon after that I slept. Woke up as the flight approached Houston.I am not excited to reach the destination. Felt like an assignmentaccomplished.Tried to stay away from the American people. Gave them way so that Iwalk alone.Reading the directions to collect my two suitcases I checked inChicago, I entered an elevator.A girl and a couple also entered it. It stopped after a few levels.The couple walked out. I am confused. I stepped half way out,thinking..."If this is not the level I should reach, let me enter the elevatoragain"But the girl asked me if I want to collect my baggage. I said yes.She said "it's not the floor. Come in". I thanked her and reached theconvayor belt.Recognized and took my suitcases and dragged them to a telephonenearby.Pulled out a few papers out of my pocket to dial Harsha's mobilenumber.Harsha along with a colleague and Harsha's team lead were on the wayto airport.Harsha said, the flight has reached 30 minutes earlier than what heexpected.I was not looking into any body. My confidence levels reached groundlevel.I was standing and looking at the floor between my two suitcases.After 15 minutes, some one tried to grab my bag from shoulder. Thatwas Harsha.With out a word and with a big smile he shook my hand.I tried to appear active, but in vain.He took my bag and dragged a suitcase. His team lead dragged anotherone to the gate.Shawn was waiting in the car's driving seat. He welcomed me. I smiled.Harsha and Aneesh dumped the two suitcases into the dickie.Me and Harsha in the back seat. He started to talk some thing... inTelugu.I laughed aloud for a joke kind of thing. The two people sittingfront didn't.Because we re talking in Telugu. They do not know Telugu.I apologized for that and they said, "You friends met after a longtime. You carry on, no problem."Harsha said I look like a begger in the jerkin. I removed it.Even with the shirt I looked like a poor begger.Harsha said I lost weight and looking deglamorized and dirty.Now I realized why people in the flight behaved so. It's not racism.I was dirty.Who likes to sit next to a dirty fellow?I never liked a dirty fellow sitting next to me in a bus.One thing I observed was: it was unusually bright that day inHouston. It is.We reached home by 12.30 noon.I washed my face with warm water and brushed my teeth.Felt a little better.Harsha came with a plate full of rice, brinjal fry, and tomato rasam.I felt like heaven when I saw them. It was hot and tasty.Slowly started to unfold myself to normalcy.As advised strongly by Harsha, I did not sleep that noon.Instead played cricket. Met all the Mphasis people from India.A few I knew earlier, a few new and a few I knew about before throughHarsha.
By the evening, I was very much tired. Slept that night well.That's it. I know you are tired too. Go listen to your favourite music.Thank you very much,Ramu(Nenu Rachayitanu kaanannavaanni Raayetti kodataa)