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Flying Abroad – Fly by a Low Cost Airline – For some it’s a Party !!

Dinesh K Kapila

We flew to a most enjoyable eleven or twelve days holiday at Turkey around a month back. Our travel agent booked us on a low cost airline from Delhi to Istanbul, saying this was the only option. Friends said we would regret it. It started with a regret. The airline (Indigo) had an 11 am flight which it just merged with a 530 am flight without even caring about our reserved seats and well were we apprehensive.  Anyway we managed seats on the emergency section and got around it. But I can say its all in the mind, the lack of screens or entertainment or paying for your meals or having seats without footrests. It’s a party for some. And the airhostesses are ever so friendly and always ready to serve up whatever catches your fancy.

Groggy like hell, we got in for the nearly seven hours flight. Two guys caught my attention, just in my row, across the aisle. One was tall, lanky with a handlebar moustache,  spectacled, lost in his thoughts. The middle seat was vacant and then there was another guy, short, a smooth talker – we had chatted a bit before boarding. Well Mr M (Mt Moustache) and Mr S (Mr Short) were to be my way to pass time on the flight. 

As the flight got underway, most of us tried to sleep or at least just try for some closed eyes time. I could see Mt M and Mr S were meeting for the first time and chatted a bit before take off. Then a few minutes into the flight they got talking and kept on talking and talking all the way upto Istanbul. It was crazy. I would open an eye and see them only eating or talking. My son, a lawyer, LLB and LLM to boot, told me to I was violating many laws by my quiet watching, but I had to. These guys started with tea, then had a rava or upma each. Then after some time they had a coffee each. It seemed they had no sleep deprivation, as they discussed politics and business between India and Turkey, they had a sandwich each and then thirty minutes later, a coke each. I was going crazy, definitely in their fifties, they had to have cast iron stomachs. Then one guy got out a packet of paronthas, he even sweet talked the air hostess into heating them up, I suppose she had to, they were running up such a huge bill ! They even offered paronthas to the fellow passengers in the row behind them, they just pleaded helplessness after a meal. Well, they munched and munched and talked and talked. The piece de resistance was ordering a box of cashew nuts before landing and apple juice, I would love to know how they had this stamina. It was one long party for them. And then there were others too, out of sheer boredom perhaps, they munched now and then, but not like the two guys I just described.   

Both ways, coming and going, the air hostesses were ever so polite, correct and always ready to have a small chat. On our outward flight, when my wife, unable to sleep,  walked up to her and asked for tea, she just gave her a freshly brewed tea, and no charge. The carts keep moving around the aisles, there is no stopping that. Coming and going, the passengers caught on that most announcements of bad weather were just to make them sit, so they just ignored them. Its an electrifying atmosphere and very very Indian, people standing around, the carts moving around, people chatting in the aisles, near the washrooms and in the space around the emergency exit. Well, we have a party.

On our return leg, the time being 530 pm, the party continued nearly all the way. There was a group from Bengal, they occupied six seats in a row and nearly competed with Mr M and Mr S of the outward flight. Ate, ate, ate and ate some more. They literally ran thorough the Indigo menu. Then many had wine and whiskey in plastic glasses and watched movies by hanging their mobiles from small hooks. A guy in a skull cap, perhaps he was to meet his girl friend at Delhi, he would get up every fifteen minutes, comb his hair, apply moisturiser and then perfume. Two ladies parked themselves around our row, and out catted each other on places travelled and the luxury availed, I enjoyed the polite but venomous cat fight. In all that chaos and repeated orders for tea or coffee, I overheard a guy say happily that he had not been billed for his coffee. A poor old European, sitting next to me, could just look around perplexed and in wonderment.      

The full fare airlines, its drinks or tea and dinner and pass your time. Here it is so lively and full of life. The hours just pass watching people doing just about anything to pass time. And the majority eat and drink. Next time, just don’t bother, board whatever you have to !!

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