NIGHTMARE

Dear Readers,


Till I get my own lappy adjust with the flat not so entertaining blogs from me...
Hyd jet airways flight:The flight got twenty five minutes delayed. Papa accompanied me till delhi... got a non reclining seat poor papa..'the jnnurm bus service in hyderabad is ten times better'

Landed at Delhi, seeing it I felt proud, Delhi Airport stands noway in comparision to the Rajeev Gandhi International Airport at Hyd..Didn't see the complete Delhi Airport but with whatever this is my opinion
Saw Mummy Sis Hums crying at the Hyd airport, now it was papa's turn...
with the whole send off experience and till I boarded the DELHI-FRANKFURT flight, I bet any director will buy my script for a sequel of Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham...In other words, I'd have never left India if I knew I'd get so many surprises and haha so many tears, pappis and jhappis.

I was supposed to take the DEL-FRA plane from Terminal-3; yes the newly opened terminal...Now the question was 'Can papa come till Terminal-3?' THE GMR bus would drop me till terminal-3, but only the passengers; meant papa can't accompany me further. There was no such moment I felt this sad, pity...we bribed the driver to let papa in...he didn't accept it..I knew this were the last moments with papa in India..he saw us... Indians...anything big than emotions and Love ..?No!He let papa in to the bus. We were so so happy! Papa kept saying 'I am a brave girl..' All the way in the bus I held papa's and in mine and my my head on his shoulder. Holding his hands I missed someone's touch...Mommy! I missed those cuddly soft hands...I heard something back my mind then..the kuch kuch hota hai's MAA tone(where the girl anjali's got to speak few words on 'Mother' in a competition..) Movies are not drama...they are real, each little thing inspired from real life.
Terminal 3: Papa will have to leave now, He did a bye bye, I warned him not to cry ..so he didn't the time spent in the bus till terminal 3 was enough to ward sorrow off.
He didn't go till I got my luggage checked in...we kept in touch on phone..he stood at the same get where we both got separated from each other...a security guard with a riffle in hand the big glass gate separating a daughter-father...Am I getting dramatic? My masters degree taking me aloof from all my loved ones.
I got my bags checked in I called papa, we waved hands; and when I called papa the next moment..It showed 'Unavailable' Papa's cell phones battery was dead. Mum, Sis and Farin kept bugging me on cell and all my balance ended there with the roaming on.

Immigration check and all formalities done...I went to the washroom..The cleaner lady there greeted everyone..'Namaste..' I talked to her for few minutes and told 'Aap akhri bharatiya naari ho jisse main India mein baat kar rahi hoon...'

Boarded the plane, thankfully I got an aisle seat..I came to know it that time, what an aisle seat means..sis explained me ten times...and when I boarded DEL-FRA and when she asked me 'did u get an aisle seat..?' I asked her what is it? ;P
Papa, Sis and Mummy called again when I was seated in the plane. Papa called from the telephone booths 5-6 times in a duration of half an hour..through Mum I came to know how much he walked for the booths and how a taxi driver gave him his phone.. :((
Nothing much on television I slept..I always fancied about the flights when JK told me about his hectic business schedule ones..Now I know what pain they are!Huh! The train experience and people on train, their spicy chats were much better than the 'mind your own business' passengers in the plane.
FRANKFURT Airport: I wanted to study in Germany, US was never a goal..I was happy that atleast I am getting to visit the country. And now..now! I HATE GERMANY! I hate those dehaati Germans who hardly understand english and shout shout bark at passengers.

Landed at 7:30 there and I was supposed to take the next flight at 8:10, good news was I had to board in from the same terminal but bad news was..my flight was Lufthansa under it written operated by United Airways so the flight number 'd change again and there was no help desk and the people I asked either didn't knew English or were shouting saying- 'I am doing my work here can't you see..' That was so rude. I didn't find that attitude at Indian Airports, infact the Indian crew there gave more importance to the foreigners. That's what you call 'Atithi Devo Bhava'..If any foreigner reading it..it means-'A guest is equal to God'

Incredible India!
With my trolley bag and leather jacket and bagpack I ran through the transits..I was sweating. A-60 was the gate..more big the number...more you have to run to catch the flight. I went to the gate and asked for a boarding pass...with only ten minutes for the plane to take off, the lady there started asking me n- number of questions..nationality..you carrying drugs which was all scary, adding to that the guy at the counter beside gave me the wrong boarding pass. I boarded the plane, asked the air hostess my seat number and seeing the boarding pass she replied 'this is not your boarding pass for this plane..' My face turned multicolored. I showed her my ticket and requested her that I wont get off from this plain what ever happens coz I have the ticket with me...Thankfully nothing more dramatic happened and I got a middle sit this time..in the mid row..which was ugggggh! Seven plus hours there and the next destination will be Chicago.
CHICAGO AIRPORT: Landed at about 10:30. The scenario at the Customs and the security check was like at our raithu bazaar(farmers market), people of different color, creed, country-blacks, whites and the brown dotted pink chicks :p..

+400 people at the customs check...And now starts the drama..Chicago being 'the port of entry'I was supposed to check in my luggage again. I went to the carousel searching for my luggage..and turning the horrible experience into a terrible one.. I found no bags of mine on the carousel. Some man showed me claim bag section, I told him that it was Air India's counter, he told me that missing baggage tracking counter is the same. Like a fool I stood in the queue for half an hour..and when my turn came the lady at the counter pointed her pen and said 'this is for Air India passengers only'.

One hour left to board another plane, luggage missing, no boarding pass in hand...and every gora saying 'I am not the right person you are asking..'
Thirty minutes left for boarding..Sticking to the lady at the baggage claim's words I forgot about the luggage..went to the security check in and the guard there told me that I am not allowed unless I have a boarding pass..Last time I was given the boarding pass at the gate :( I was asked to go to other terminal to get the boarding passes. Staff at the help desk busy with their colas chatting with each other..they told me its a self service at the other counter to get the boarding pass. I was already mad and now was asked to play with the machine. In that state of mind even dialing a phone number seemed as complex as understanding a JAVA program for an electronics student. A Indian crew member saw me struggling and helped me..some relief! I had the boarding pass..now again go back to the same terminal I came from for the security check..Queue again! I requested people and got in front..No time and they ask to remove the shoes too...huh! I was in now, in the safety zone..Find out the gate your plane is at..F-11. Wow!no A,B,C,D,E but EFFFFFF! Ran ran and ran again..I wanted to change my shirt..24+ hours and the same shirt, no brushing the teeth or washing the face. The last run was over and I was at the gate before five minutes....freshed up and the next priority was to call the family..took quarters(25 cents) from the man who was mopping the floor. Unlike India the greedy States Govt doesn't ISD service at the telephone booths..You got to buy an international dialling card to do that. Lootere saale, jahan se kheechni hai kheech lo!
So! This was my first International flights experience -NIGHTMARE!
I pray even the enemies don't experience anything like this..Not even Obama!

For Indians:
Pappis Jhappis
Lots of love
Nameera. ;)

Blog written: On the first night in USA, when I was experiencing Jet lag.

So much in a day!!

I've been waiting for something to happen..so that I can post it here...Everyone here knows that I write only when something jaw dropping, gloomy or blissful happens, coz like Sis and like other good blogger friends I don't know how to pen on and on and prove a point neither  I am a poet, painter nor  a cook :P

Coming to the point..I was waiting for something to happen, but something like this?Oh no!spare me please!

It's called 'Verilog' a programming language...which we hardly knew. last exam and I wanted to give my best, atleast not  a backlog..not once did it happen that it's my last exam and I didn't write it well...this way results tension always came along with the end of  exams..and so did it this time too..

I never faced such a paper, 8 questions, you know 1.5!!

Invigilator showed mercy and the exam hall turned all noisy..pouring water on my efforts to put something into the paper and atleast score a pass mark.

3 hours passed somehow and came the long waited end!

Forgetting the paper we enjoyed ourselves, for we'd not meet again, like this together anytime from now.

They tore papers, hugged and few of them cried-from the other batch the computer sciences chicks, we electros are strong, with a thousand watt of power in our friendship, which'd never end with the college.

The first person to call and congratulate was potter sis-Hums(whom I thought was mum,with so much noise around),then Orkut bhai Annu and then I called my sissy and then the last was Jeetu..

I took my cam to capture the last moments...we took loads of photos and as it was late  to go party somewhere, few of us went to a near by place and  celebrated it with cool drinks and pastries...!how can a naughty mind not use the cream?I applied all the cream on a friends face..someone on the tables said-'hey take a picture..'

Pastries were over,now it was time for pani puri!few of them unjoined...only three of us left.

Don't know for what reason I opened my bag..and to my horror my cam was missing!No!!

I kept whining,'it's gone...it's gone!what'll I tell mom now?'

Except how to find it, numerous ideas rushed into my mind..

-Someone snatched my bag and ran away...thank God I am safe!

-I forgot the camera  in the morning..I kept it on sofa..it's not here?the bai must have taken it :P

-Create a scene-fake drama in which the thief unscrew the windows grill and scatter all the things in room and also disconnect the L.C.D, but Oh no! I came while the thief was trying to take the L.C.D away, he kept it on the washing machine outside and ran away with what all he got from the room = camera from the L.C.D cupboard :P

-Forget about the camera..When it's absence is discovered-' what do I know?I didn't see it!'

learnt this from Jeeju, he gave me this tip when I broke one of my sissy's vase in B'lore :P

Other two friends of mine ran their minds on how can we get it back and I kept whining..

Keshu encouraged, 'Don't worry you'll get it back, and if it had to go..then we can't help it even I lost a cell..' Butool(B) said,'that was just a cell, this is a camera!!'

Bad exam, and a lost camera aggrevated the gloom...

Dialled to friends who'd help me accessing the bus driver uncles  number in which we came..Coz I vividly remembered keeping it in my bag after seeing the photos in the bus, and with all my senses present there was no thief around who'd have flipped it...

The only way to see the camera back was either in any of my friends bag or in the bus.

Both had zero probability coz no one took my cam, then I recollected-they wanted  a picture,when I was playing with the pastries cream..called all of them who were present there...but luck doesn't come calling every time.

Dialled the class rep and took the contacts of people who could give us the drivers uncles number..after few dials got the  number and he told us that the bus is kept in a garage and he didn't see any cam, coz he was the one who closed all the windows of the bus and parked it there.

I disconnected the phone, both of my friends were reluctant to get back home or see it tomorrow morning..

We dialled him again and I didn't talk this time B spoke and took the address of the garage, it was near a road which leads to airport..not much far though..

He said, 'you can't go there alone, its all dark and you also have dogs there.' hearing this all the horrified scenes came into my mind..a man following us with  a knife in his hand, a dog running after us etc;

The man agreed to come and we decided to go there..the moment we took an auto Mom called asking where I was, I lied that we are at Gandipet(water park near our college)and waiting for the buses.

I disconnected the call  to avoid her questions..

Potter sis called again and again shouting-'you know what's happening here in the city?'

two unknown men gunned down two policemen, and the city was on alert.

I again lied 'I have no battery in my cell..I'll call you soon.'

Reached the place..I was sure I wouldn't get it back..I had thoughts that the driver uncle must have taken it and only to prove his innocence tomorrow when we'd blame him of the missing camera from the bus he's coming so far for our rescue.

The auto fella said-21!I said' why 21?take 5*3=15!won't give 21..'he argued argued, I took out two tens and gave him..saying I don't have one rupee..he again started 'merko ek rupaiyya milta,tum woh bhi nahi dete?'

gave him a rupee..a rupee sounded so big then..with a camera of thousands gone a rupee would obviously sound big.

We walked to some distance, the driver uncle called again..I was sure now..he took it!he's acting helpful, only to save himself.

He was standing there with a torch in his hand..it was all dark, with few dogs around..not resembling the garage I imagined :P

I stepped into the bus first and then stopped..asked my other friends to go first.

We sat in the last third row..B saw it and screamed..It was lying there in the corner.

I jumped!jumped and kissed both of them...

I felt sorry about what all I thought of the man who helped us.

I don't know what'd have happened that night if I'd not have got it.

Thanks to both the sweet hearts and Driver uncle.

This will pass too...it did!it was big!

She's coming tomorrow!She's coming tomorrow..
A month with out you......so big....arduous..gloomy..lost!!
If I am given a chance not to live any part of my life,it'd be this!not exaggerating....


16th Feb, 6:59pm
Thanks for the help today. Dont know what i'd do without you. Thanks for being there for me always. I will miss you and love you.
We were together the whole day, almost all the time winding up things- the paper presentation, seminar and other stuff that'd satisfy my H.O.D's hunger,for she'd leave tomorrow, leave for a month!!! For a holiday to London. Didn't know how to react, happy for her or sad for myself and the other friend of mine, or feel J!

17th Feb, 12:19am
I'll miss you too so much.
I don't think i can ever forget this night...for it was the worst night of my life till now.......

Fought with my sister I went upstairs in the room to sleep, tried reading, Couldn't! If I ever get a chance to take an avenge.. making my sister read a stupid novel, I wouldn't let the opportunity go, cause she did- made me read Christopher Pike's- See You Tomorrow. With already much confusion in life author made things so weird- girl meets boy, boy thinks he's seen the girl before.girl after a month says-"I am your future."' Ugh!!

Went into the balcony, poor mosquitoes didn't know what I was going through, so they carried on their usual task of sucking blood.. I killed each of them and played with their legs..venting my frustration.
Every time I feel low, I call either of these 3 people- Annu, Jeet, Sis.
Didn't want to call Annu, he's been busy with shifting his house that he forgot replying to my SMS!
Called JK, poor man just got down the flight, so thought troubling him'd be a bad idea.
Reluctantly called sis, wondering if I'd disturb Jeeju. Sis didn't take the call. I roamed all around the house up, down. Went into the balcony again, went into the kitchen! Again came back to the room- saw sister's missed calls. I dialled her back, she was in chennai (office trip) thank God jeeju didn't come to know about my sleeping disorder.
I tried pretending that I wasn't sleepy, simply... she tried getting things out of me by her 'kya hua beta..' tone.. but even I didn't know what was happening.. there was no one thing that I was confused/ worried about.. And keshu leaving added onto it badly.
Sis gave me a concentrating exercise- take air inside your stomach and leave it bit by bit in seven steps.. which worked surprisingly, driving me to sleep.

 I woke up around 4:40am to call her, but she already boarded the plane.The flight was around 3:50, I woke up around 4:40, reached the phone if I could call her..
17th Feb,3:48am
I am in the plane, hope you're feeling good. Missing you guys.
That was the last message I received from her.

Its a month today,she left us,a month after the disastrous,gloomy night...
I am accustomed to see things without her, but can't say I'm not missing her..

-We wrote our internal exams without her for the first time, missed the time we spent chatting, and in figuring out all the ways to run away from exams..
-Didn't go to canteen since you left..
-Didn't eat pani puri near sharma xerox..
-My cell phone's charging remains full for 2-3 days..
-Together we were jerks watching flicks on HBO....Now,guess my reflex arc doesn't react to humor without you..
-Holi colors are kept in the store room, waiting for you..

p.s it's been  a month this draft's been lying..I know people out there must be thinking-'both the things should've been written seperately..a freiend who left & a nightmare..but you see both of them struck me at the same time..so..and I got no time to write 2 separate blogs for only two three  readers out there... :P