a sunset

Amidst two extreme realities, one with an iphone and one with a "hare ram" on his lips.
At a dizzying height, I took a flight. A mate once said, "Why don't you just book a flight?"
And I had muttered to myself,"Your father pays for yours right?"

DELAYED read the display. I smiled to myself and said, "I know that". But if not for the wait, I would have missed the sunset and the windows' little dance and sway. People were grumbling and mumbling and I was fumbling. The prayer man offered his help while the phone man showed a little dissent. Each of them flaunted in their own way. Both made conversations. One with the supernatural and one with the pseudo-natural. Along came a sadhu baba and asked the phone man "What is life without a mobile?" Next when I saw him pile up his luggage at the conveyor belt, felt like asking him "What is life because of people like you?" The prayer man was a little generous and sensed my need to connect with the view, which looked so much like one of the satellite maps. His generosity ended there. He would occasionally move back allowing me to have a look and then when he thought I had had enough, would give me a look that said, "Huh, bloody fresher". It pays to act with confidence even with half the knowledge. I acted on impulse and had decided I won't care what others think. And it paid off quite well. I didn't go too wrong. On another journey, bored of being asked if I was a student, just to see the reaction, I said "No". All conversation ended there. Nice idea if you aren't really interested to talk to an aunty, who thinks because you are a student, you wouldn't mind giving her your window seat. What goes around doesn't always come around, well, maybe it will. Anyway I wasn't going to ask prayer man for the window.
He probably would have killed me.

Towards the end, phone man was quite adamant that the plane be parked, only then would he move out of his seat. While prayer man was hell bent on finding his way past me and phone man. Then followed a small verbal duel which I quite enjoyed. Phone man said, "Where do you think you are going?" Prayer man said "Why, do you intend to go somewhere else?".....and blah blah blah. It was just like a flying bus. In between, lunch was served with a lot of politeness and care, which one of the passengers didn't think was great. He decided to call the host with a click of his fingers which the host obviously didn't particularly enjoy. I don't understand what is more embarrassing. To serve or to be served. Another host dropped a half finished meal in the aisle, which the hostess cleaned with almost home like dedication. Everyone has a job to do. It's the way you do it that matters.

Finally at the exit phone man was asked how did he find the service. He had to act himself. He said, "Generally bad". My turn. I could only manage a smile. Maybe next time I said to myself. Climbing down the stairs I knew a little about what "Baking your cake, and eating it too" meant.