As I flew back Home!!

As am writing this post, am thousand and thousand feet above the ground flying. No, it's not a dream. I mean am in the aircraft on my way back to Calcutta from Pune. It's been such madness since yesterday. It all started since early morning.

Both my roomies started packing since 5 AM because they had a flight to catch that morning. I hardly could sleep. Most people went away yesterday and I remember carrying luggages and seeing off dozen of my classmates. Everytime I tried to pack my own luggage, go for a bath, eat or sleep, my cell would buzz and some one or the other would say, "June am leaving. Come down FAST!!".

It was around 3 PM when I realised I have not taken a bath, not packed and am dog tired. In the midst of my empty room and clothes strewn all over, I just went off to sleep. I got up only when I heard loud bangs on my room. It was almost 6:15 PM and Slowy was frantic. 

"June you still haven't finished packing? Daddy has already left home!!"

I sweeped clean my room of all the things and decided to take everything back to Calcutta for two months. We kept stuffing things randomly like crazy. And I ended up having FIVE bags. Yes, you heard me right. I am carrying FIVE bags and the biggest and heaviest of them all is the VIP trolley bag which looks like a mini elephant. And am not even kidding. 

I had decided to stay back at Slowy's place for the night and then take the flight today beacuse her house is like 15 minutes away from the airport. Her dad came to pick us up around 7 PM and it took us nearly half n hour to load both our luggages in the car. The car refused to let my 'mini-elephant' inside and finally after lots of pushing, huffing, puffing and frustration we somehow managed to thrust it behind the car. The back of the car didn't close and we kept on checking like every five minute whether it has fallen out or not. After reaching her place we again had to carry both our luggages inside the house which was another tedious job. The time since then till today morning was alot of fun though. Best part being the yummy dinner. I got "HOMEFOOD" after ages and we literally pounced and gorged on the paneer, aloo paratha and papad made by aunty. 

Night long chitchats with Slowy and Neha was followed by a LONGGG SLEEP. Total Bliss must say, after all those "staying-up-till-late-and-studying-for-sem-nights". Aunty made yum yum hot idlis for breakfast and pipng hot tea.

All was well till the rickshaw came to pick me up for airport. The little vehicle huffed, puffed and pleaded so that we do NOT put my mini elephant inside him. It took flat half n hour again to stuff everything inside. In the end there was no space for me to sit. Voila!

So there we were. Slowy and me. Following the rickshaw in Slowy's scooter  like two secret  agents on a secret mission, from one lane of Pune to the other. Once we reached airport, I thought everything would be fine now. But I was wrong. The driver pulled and tugged the elephant with all his strength, but it just stayed put. It did not budge an inch. We looked like three jokers-the driver, Slowy and me in the middle of the road. Finally it came out, but the front chain burst open as I kept staring in horror at clothes strewn all over me in the middle of the road. The driver took money from me and left. 

I felt like crying. Somehow we managed to stuff back the clothes inside and shut the chain. It was then I realised I am not wearing my converses! That was the worst part. I looked at my feet and I saw I have come out wearing Slowy's bathroom slippers!!

Ya, you heard me right. I am THAT stupid. Slowy looked horrified. She took her bike and left for home to get my cnverses. I got a trolley and after a LOT of struggle I managed to put all five bags in it. As I waited for Slowy, I saw my reflection in the glass ahead. I looked terrible. I was sweating like a pig and my hair was all over the place.

After 30 minutes Slowy came. As I wore my converses, I felt my eyes stinging.

"I don't wanna leave Pune man. Gonna miss youuuuu", I said in a stupid childish drawl.

"Oh man! am gonna miss you too. See you in Cal soon and June please please be careful with all your luggages. Please don't mess up now!!", she sounded serious.

As I went inside the airport, I swear I thought that the worst is over and nothing would go wrong now.

I was almost late and I was drumming my fingers at the counter impatiently waiting for my boarding pass. It was then when it happened.

"Ma'am your cabin luggage is excess by 26 Kgs. Please pay Rs 2600/-"

I kept staring at her like a frog. "Huh?" is the only word I heard myself say.

"I don't have anyone here. I wanna go home. I HAVE to catch this flight!! Please", I could hear my voice crack.

Don't lose hope. Take a deep breath. Apply those "compulsory yoga lessons" to some bloody use June!!, a voice inside me whispered.

I took a deep breath and tried to think of something quickly.

"Ok why don't you put that second cargo bag as my hand baggage? Then I can only pay for the eleph.. err.. I mean the big bag"

"Ma'am you are already carrying THREE hand baggages. I can't help. You have to pay", she said through a fake-ish sweet smile.

As I paid for the amount through my debit card, I felt like banging my head in the counter. I thought of ALL  the things I could have probably done with the money back in Calcutta. Parlour, clothes, shoes, food! 

"Life is a bitch", I seethed.

I was really late. Boarding was almost done and I guess I was the last passenger to board the flight.

I really looked like a maniac. A serial killer on loose. And right now as I am writing this post am also watching this movie called "Good Luck Chuck" starring Jessica Alba. It's an irony actually. The character of Jessica Alba is of a girl who is really weird. I don't know how to put it but am being able to quite identify myself with the character, atleast after what happened today. The movie is a good timepass and has it's own share of "steamy scenes".

The person sitting beside me is darting me nasty, weird looks. Maybe he thinks I am a bloody little pervert who has got nothing better to do in life than watching semi-porns in a macbook while travelling in flights.

Sigh. Oh hell who cares anymore. I just hope I reach Calcutta and eventually my house, SAFELY without making a fool of myself.

Moral of the Story-

Always, mind you, ALWAYS travel light.

Mental Note No 1- Leave behind "Mini Hippo(Elephant, whatever) back home and NEVER carry it again.

Mental Note No 2- Leave behind all those tee shirts(round necked, fancy printed), party wears(which I will never get a chance to wear barring a few exceptional "Trikaya" bashes) and atleast 80% of the clothes I haven't even touched in the whole of first sem.

Mental Note No 3- Not write such big blogs. Nobody even cares to scroll and read this s*** (or maybe so I think).

Peace <3