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.

I am A +ve (read positive)!!

Frustration,stress at its peak..life's been all of Sorrys these days....
Through this blog of mine I'd like to apologize all of them..who I've been rude to....


Ok...Chalta hai...just a gossip..
Me:Mummy,friend X's brother has bought an i phone lately and she says-'Bhaiyya ka phone use karte karte Mujhe touch screen ki adaat ho gayee..'
Huh!
Fifteen days later:
Mum buys Nokia 5800-touch screen(No I didn't insist her to buy that..I told her to buy any 5-6K one..)

(Me sitting on the sofa watching TV with Mum..)
My younger sis:Mummy,using your phone,I got accustomed to touch screen.
***drops jaws*****

Ok..Ok...Chalta hai...atleast when it comes to Dhoni...or yuvraj or Srishant...or..or...
Bro preparing for his exam and me disturbing him with my IPL chat...
Me:Chennai Superkings lost again...Dhoni chala gaya hoga facebook per update dene...
Bro laughs with no comments.(Pat would have come the reply if it was Srishant or Yuvi)
Me:Before he used to say only facebook facebook..now Twitter,Orkut every social networking sites tune he's singing...if he'd have concentrated on the game,they'd have won.saw AIRCELS new add?
Bro:Poor man,he's just advertising for that...doesn't mean he's always on facebook/Orkut.

Ok...Ok..Chalta hai...you are in a bad mood...
Bro:What are you texting since so long..?
Checks my sms and says-'smsing or mailing?What are you texting..?'

Me:Keshu's coming tomorrow after a month....I have a surprise planned for her and I asked this friend of mine to help me and she says-'you tell everything at the last moment'.
I scolded her badly and so is the Sms about.(with a wide smile and  a feeling of acheivement).

Bro:What's great in that?It looks bad...when you scold friends..as if showing attitude...lowering them,pretending-you work,care more than them....

The way bro said..I didn't really mean making my friends feel something like that...
Some times you don't see what others feel...Option A or Option B you want to vent out all the frustration, you need a punching bag..and you start...And it's always been the same with me..Everytime.

I felt ashamed and proud at the same time for the way my younger brother looks at life...

So.. from now on...nahi chalega!nahi chalega...!

I remember last year on my birthday,mid night..I recieved the most unexpected calls...and it was then I wrote in a novel which I was reading-'All are good...I am the only one who thinks negatively about everyone...from now on I take an oath 'I'll abandon pecimissm and sadism...'

Ah..ah that was a birthday...so I am given other chance no?

Biggest Loser jeetega!!

Ask who's the biggest looser of the day..
I'll tell you...
Loser part 1:
A month ago:
Me,Mum and Potter sis at passport office to renew our passports.
Mums and hums done,mine the old man rejected coz I made a mistake in writing my address in the Online registration form and I had no xerox of my board:(
But for what he reject my form was for the address.
****I was upset,mum cheered me by buying a dress..(hey she doesn't buy me dresses every day..this is the same one,the time time we were going out of station(the village one))*****


Last week:
filled my online form and I had a doubt about my surname... :P(I don't know my surname How awful!!)
I asked Pa and he gave me a wrong surname!He gave me wrong surname??First name as Surname and Surname as first... :( And this I realized after sticking the photos on the forms and after tagging them.


This week:
I filled the form again and pasted the photographs!Yes all done,me's at the passport office..5th is the current number being processed mine is 23!...My number comes...I go...
She marked under my fathers name with a red pen"No initials allowed.."
(as far as i know initials are Mr,Mrs,Ms...but no!for this lady Mohammed can't be written as Mohd...I thought Mohd was universal and accepted,i hardly remember writing it fully)
I showed the lady all the proofs i.e birth,address and here comes educational qualifications..I took my b.tech originals and xerox too..and my board of intermediate too..she asks me my tenth certificate.why tenth?as far as I know tenth certificate was needed for D.O.B and for that I took a custodian certificate from my present college stating me's born on so and so date!
She said "Madam,you go and do a research on this,unless and until you have tenth certificate ..."
I should go and do a research on this eh?
I started shouting"the last time i came he sent me coz of the address and now you say..."


Dialled Ma.. and cried.."Mummy,I couldn't do it..ma..I am a looser!ek passport ni bana payee main...."Mum consoled then rang Jeetu and cried with the same pitch of Mummy....he said "Mummy kya karegi..?"huhh!!I called expecting some pity!!

Story doesn't end here!!!
Loser part 2:
Every time I mess up I go shop,window shopping! :P
But this time I had to exchange something...it was stamped "No Exchange!"(In caps with no exclamation ..heehee).I thought ah...they'll do it ,no big deal..no they didn't do it!no exchange!

Loser part 3:
I was also rejected coz I had no tenth Memo's xerox,I first thought I'll take it tomorrow but from somewhere came kabir's athma in me"Kal kare so aaj kar aaj kare so ab!"
I thought lets go and take it from the colleges office(they took our all the memo originals while admitting in to an engg college,so that students like me don't run away in the mid!)College is located some where in the outskirts and colleges office is some where in city.
I went into the office "06-10 batch,I need a xerox of my board certificate.."
The man in the office"who told you that you'll get your certificates here?They are there in college!"

Mummmmy :( :(
Who am I supposed to ring now?


Loser part 4:
I didn't know the way so,I took an auto...asked him "lakdi ka pool?..".he nodded.
I sat wondering..when will he take a turn?when will he..?
he asked me"lakdi ka pool's gone na,where do you have to get down?"
I shouted "I was waiting for you to take a turn..."
he said"there's-no- U- turn - madam!"

I walked all the way... :(
I didn't understand,when there was a place to use common sense,why did I take a detoured way!!

So at least you people pity na??
At last....
I heard" biggest loser jeetega..,"who said this?my sister must be knowing this.. :D

Disaster!!!grrrr!!!

College re-opened!Project work..this that..
I so soon get bored of things!
2 days left for Project report submission,and me was hungry to watch a movie.
My sis took my phone and started dialing to imax(Imax is this hi-fi types multiplex,I always think why to waste so much on a movie..and give a low budget options to people who accompany me,but they throw a big No! at me and my budget plans miserably fail every time) .i kept her asking.."hey it's recorded message eh?hey am I being charged?toll free hain kya?"
She nodded.I started shouting,"why did you dial..?if it's not free..you always waste my balance..grrrr!!"
She backfired!!"Kanjoos!Are you doing a favor watching a movie?why do you want it to be toll free?"

(Hmm..i had nothing to say!!(But it's ought to be toll free ...no?so many people do that,book tickets on phone,so is it not supposed to be a toll free...?toll free case arises when one's in emergency...so..we were in one na..? :P..at least I was)

After much persuasion,Mom and the migraine potter sis agreed to come.
I thought we can get the tickets anywhere in abids(these are those low budget theaters!) :P
We roamed..roamed...for the tickets,i had no idea where the picture'd be screened but it'd be screened !i was that optimistic!the auto meter showed 119 and still no tickets no movie!coming half way through to some theater,Mum said"I won't watch a movie in this 1980's theater!auto imax lekar chalo!"
and my sister,she took a chance and said"and you are going to pay for the auto and the tickets!ok?"
Poor moi had nothing to say..i squealed... :(

We finally went to Imax,I thought ok! i have The proposal and ice age to choose here,woww!!
As i gave the options to that ticket wala(ah..what is he known?.. :P)he said:"house full!house full!"

Mum and sis frowned at me like anything..
Mum said "lets go home back..."
Suddenly from somewhere came a girl"You want shortcut tickets?"
What was shortcut?ah..it was ShortKut!!(the movie name was shortKut with a K)
I nodded NO!
Mom said"ok lets go for it.."
We don't know the star cast and go for a movie eh?I didn't even see the promos..
Mom said"It's house full na..it must be good only..we came this far..we'll see come,Time pass!"
Ok!!

star cast:arshad warsi,amrita rao(in a package that showed how!how poor the production unit was)and akshaye khanna!
EEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!How can i take these cheepoos names here on my blogger?they pakaoed me for threee hours!
what was the story!!!uhhhhhhhh!!blunder,made out of boredom kinda script,I didn't understand if it was a serious flick or comedy,if it was supposed to be a comedy then why did the jokes fell so flat?

it was disaster!!
And i had to flow my money on tickets of this pakao movie eh? mummmy!!!!!


Lesson learnt:
never go to a multiplex without booking a ticket!
specially:never go with your mom n sis with out booking the tickets..that too on a weekend!

There can be no short-cut for buying tickets!!Never do that...