It is not that one has to buy a book to read how contrasting thoughts across age, gender and states of India can be. It is just that this combination of demographic, psychographic and behavioral contrasts give rise to situations that sometimes become anecdotal. This one happened on a flight that was connecting Delhi to Chennai, an just about five months back. The name of the airline is not important. The configuration of the aircraft really is.
It just so happens that Seat 27E of this flight is next to a safety door. What is more important that there is a seat at that safety door which is occupied by a flight attendant during take off and landing. In this case, the flight attendant occupying this particular seat was a lady, and if you like, you can use the conventional term which is air hostess. And if you are a young man by age or heart, you know how hard you must try to ignore the situation. More so, if your seat number is 28E, in which case the you almost face the air hostess during that time. And if you are on 29F, you not just get additional leg room, you face the airhostess completely.
This particular flight, I was on Seat 28E, which means that that I was almost facing the airhostess. We were waiting for the flight to take off. Not sure if you agree, but in the proximity of beautiful women, lot of men in the middle ages feel teen aged, retirees feel in their thirties, and those in their thirties feel as if they just started wearing trousers to school. They also try futile ploys and invent logic in defence of their unexplainable mental pattern ( A cousin of mine claims he flies only Kingfisher because their flights are on time). Men make the most of their flying experience even more so when their better half is not in the same flight, which appears to be the case with most of the actors in this particular flight.
Our aircraft was tenth in queue for take off. Which means, if you take an average of about 2 minutes per aircraft, we waited about 20 minutes. The good old days when the flight attendants would offer the customary cotton ball, wet face towel and lozenges are far gone. Which means they have nothing worthwhile to do on the ground once the doors are closed till the time the flight takes off and they can begin their sky commerce by selling from their food cart.
The seat belts were on, and the captain ordered the crew on stations for take-off. So, while we wait for our turn to take off, the lady appears from no where, and to the delight of men who know their wives cannot monitor them, occupy the seat next to the safety door. The old man on Seat 29F, suddenly becomes even more straight and upright on his seat. The guy on 28C started pretended to be reading something in the newspapers, when actually he was rolling his eyes every 15 seconds – on the pretext of looking out of the window. The guy on 27E, who was in his fifties had actually very little leg room and must be in great inconvenience, but he was not displaying any symptoms of suffering from compressed patella or a femur that actually threatened to reduce his height by 1 inch by the time he landed in Chennai. In fact, he seemed delighted at his state and hardly had time to worry about such silly stuff. He was actually turning his neck every thirty seconds and looking towards the airhostess, who was occupying that strange kind of seat, almost next to him, but directionally opposite. And I, well, I was giving that bored look on the face when actually I was looking at these strange specimen around me.
The airhostess started to give a briefing on how to operate the emergency door. All the men within in the three rows front and three behind the emergency door actually listened to it as if the kindergarten teacher was narrating a jingle. Two of them were also nodding their head in appreciation of their newly developed understanding.
The airhostess started her first sentence beyond the official script by asking me, “Sir, are you from Chennai?”.
All the men looked at me jealously. I don’t know why I felt it necessary do so but I also started rambling, “Actually, I have lived in ten states of India, and started to count them aloud- UP, MP, Orissa, Bengal, Uttarakhand, Jharkhand, Delhi, Haryana, Tamil Nadu….”. She repeated her question, “Do you belong to Chennai?” . I said well, I have been living their for nine years, which was a truthful representation of facts.
“Sir, how does one spend a day in Chennai?”
Before I had the scope to marvel myself at selecting a good shirt this morning, she clarified, "Actually, sir, this crew has a day layover in Chennai and we are not familiar with Chennai."
Before I could marvel my personality any further, the guy seated next to her interjected, "Visit the Kapaleeshwar temple in Mylapore I am sure you go there once, you would go every time."
Her next question, again directed to me.
"Sir,is it possible to go to Tirupati darshan and come back the same day?"
I began, "No, actually, it is 165 kms and then their it is waiting time in the queue. Frankly, same day could be a challenge."
27E interjected once again, this time barely concealing his displeasure at my dudness. He could barely wait for me to finish. That a particular question is not addressed to them often does not matter to old, opinionated men.
And by the way, all men feel of all others as old men.
"Go to T. Nagar. They have TTD office. They run same day buses from there. Very nice service. I have done Balaji darshan several times by the same day bus service."
She again ignored him, and asked me, “What if one has to spend an evening outdoors? Could you give me some ideas on places to visit”.
I started, “The Spencers is old, while it is good, you may want to visit the Inox theatre in City Center and the food court is not bad either”.
Individual 27E started again , “Check out the Hindu for the sabha listings. Check out some nice vocal at Narad Gana Sabha tomorrow. Check out the Kucheris this entire month. You will relish. You must make your booking today itself else you will not get any tickets. I will help you in that case”.
Jealous men, like jealous women, can hardly keep quiet. This guy too had the manifestation of mental displayria.
The flight meanwhile had reached the stable height and the captain pulled back the seat belt sign on.
The air hostess left her seat to start the sky commerce and 27E started to immediately whine about how uncomfortable his seat was.
Important to note that while landing, the name badge of the flight attendant who occupied that seat read ‘Vinod Sharma’! And if this is of any interest, there were no conversations this time round.