5 Hours wait at the Airport !
Man has always been waiting for three things in his lyf,the first is adolscence ;the second is a nice little job in a big company and the last but the longest wait -a beloved spouse.I thought these thing sums up the waiting list but my thoughts missed a machine carrying hundreds of beings in itself ,aeroplane. The perfect way to park ur plane is an Airport.I reached to the spot about an hour earlier becoz i didnt wanna miss my first ever flight .Patience are more tested when u r all alone in crowd. I am more prone to travel via trains rather than planes.Actually , I was virgin to the airports. They are quite different from the railway stations . Stations are full of people running , crouching and leeping ; there are coolies to carry our luggage and we can walk in style withount any extra load except our own body weight . But in airports , you wont find urself any such happenings. There are trollies which asks you to be pulled and pushed.Still the option of dragging the trolly is not much entertained by High-class people. For a middle - class individual , airport is a paradise .The services and facilities are just the simple proof to above comments. Inspite of such sort of stuffs , I hate going to the airports now. As i told , i reached to the spot about an hour early. But then I was informed that i had to wait for almost 5 hours due to flight delay.Gosh ! five hours with no work to do.It was a real test of my patience. I didnt had too much to carry with me . A handy laptop for business dealings and socialising and a VIP luggage bag for my clothes. I decided not to use my laptop there as its battery charging needed a little service. The very first thing that came to my mind that I should not find myself sleeping at the airport and missing my flight . So , no sleepy moments to share with. To make myself comfortable , I sat on the first seat as all the seats were naked. Hardly there was anyone around . Then to make my self more comfortable I sat on the last cornerd bench . I was always a shy type guy. I sat on one corner with my laptop on my right side and the bag under my own bench.
My travel started from here. I wished i could see see any of the film-stars there but these things only happens with lucky people. A brown - coloured hairs , with long - peaked nose and sniffing hot air from it,- dog came and sat on the first row but right infront of my eyes. In my childhood days , I was bit by a strange - mad dog and from that day I always had rough eye for dogs and their wifes. Moreover , I hate those people who instead of human beings carry their pet dogs along with them and so I hated that foriegner too who brought that dog at the airport. I wonder that beast had its ticket confirmed or not.That beast gave me a tough ironic look with his big red eyes and I stared it too with my dark eyes. I won the staring game. My gaze shifted to the counters.Well ! wherever man goes , he carries his heart along. I could see some beautiful ladies at the counters , ready to serve us. But the problem was that they were already surronded with some eager tourists . I tried to search for the most beautiful among them. If a man has beauty in his eyes then he has the beautiful ones in his arms. If one of them would have looked into my Romantic eyes , she would have fallen for me. But then I am a descent man and I cant led that happen . I closed the beauty door and turned my head round . I was beginning to feel a bit drowsy. But it was mandatory not to sleep well . Suddenly , a peculiar person came and sat right next to me. He was casually-dressed as if he he had a trip to one of the beaches.He constantly opened his mouth and with same regularity closed it too. He had a big mouth to swallow a Big Pirannha.Then , he turned his mouth towards me .At once , I thought he was going to throw his chewing - gum on my face but thank God , he opend it and said " Hey folk ! m going back to USA. My trip to India is Over now" .I gave him a smile in return and nothing else.He uttered again" Where r you flying to ?" .I told him that I m going to Bangaluru for some business deals and also to see my Uncle Ignatious . He is counting his last days . He told me that his flight is about to take off in an hour or so. He was not lyk me , my wait was just an hour older but still too much to go.
I looked at the Entry door . People well - dresse in Black suits and ladies in Business outfits were coming in.They were all looking rich and happpy . I thought to ask them to go back or else they would have to wait as m doing. But that was just a thought. I looked at the Exit door . Happy but more tired people leaving the place. I could see the road outside. The door was full of outgoers.I thought as if it was asking me to leave the airport.I thought to hold my luggage , cancel the ticket and run away from here but then that was just a thought.The sleeping angels again came and tried to disturb me.I put my hand on my laptop and then to my bag under my bench so as to check whther they were present.My colleageus often considered me as the most patient guy ever. I believed them too but not uptill then. My windows 98 suddenly switched t o windows XP , taking inputs faster and the outputs more fast. I decided to go back home. As i took this decision , a gentleman with a brown suitcase sat infront of me. He looked a bit weired to me.He didnt spoke any word . He held his suitcase with grip. I wonder he was carrying bomb in it.I was in tension then. I m not a brave guy and wants to stay away from all kinds of dangers. He terrified me with his looks.At once he stood , shouted and took his gun out " Dont move !! Dont Move !! Everybody stay at your place" .He created a havouc at the airport. No thoughts , no words , I bent down and tried to hid behind that brown dog.People began to run here and there with no end point. As a result , that gentleman died when he fell and came under the footsteps of mixed-race people.Ohhh !! that was just a dream . These sleeping angels tried to hypmotise me by their dreamy stuffs. I stood , turned my head around and then again sat at the same position . I stood and looked down.My gaze could not afford to look at the expensive black-marble flooring. It was truly a high class floor. I found myself guilty of putting my old black shoes on a clean and divine floor. I again touched my laptop and my bag to confirm whether they were present.
The clock didnot move as swift as it moved earlier. The tym was not passing quickly. To assist me in my waiting cordial , that brown dog was still there. I was happy to see that beast still sitting and sniffing hot air from his long-peaked nose. My head started to roll down . I said no to sleep but the sleep never says no. The wait of 5 hours was highly a boring thing . I looked straight but there were only few people moving and locomoting from here to nowhere. I looked at my watch , then at the Big clock....tym seems to stop working at that moment. I didnt wanted to miss my flight because of finding myself sleeping on the last bench of the last row. The images seemed to be dull to me.
" Whoof ! Whoof !" , " Sir ! please wake up. Your flight is waiting for u ".Ahh ! I was sleeping . But then I was awaken by him , thanx to his loud voice. I just missed my flight but the dog didnt led that happen. Thanks to the brown dog . The person told me that everyone have enterd the plane and i am the only one missing till now. He took me the plane. I was about to take off. The wait for the plane was over. From that day , I never went to airport again and instead of hating dogs , i hate brown colour more.
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