24? What am I, retarded? Didn’t I start this like 8 months ago? But you see I won’t be able sleep at night with the conscience that would accompany the disclosure of the true number! Some slack, folks.
I am currently on the longest flight of my life – from Singapore’s beautiful Changi to the yet-to-be-judged SF airport. Thankfully, that is true only in the literal sense as the journey has minted an ardent Singapore Airlines fan. I can truthfully say that I’ve had more arduous flights from Mumbai to Goa. The service, the food, the planes, even the prices. Dayum. Highly recommended for long-hauls.
Another first for me has been the time travel aspect. I am literally traveling back in time today, departing from Changi on the 13th at 0920 hours local time and arriving at SF on the 13th at 0850. (Yes, that is how I mention the time of the day now) Ha! – Talk about “Chasing the Sun”. I spent a whole of 15 minutes savoring this fact. Still, the 14-hour flight tag does tend to dampen one’s spirits. Indians who have travelled to Amrika do not kid when they solemnly agree that “It’s far”. One, of course, has to take into account the humor impairment one faces after three consecutive bouts of airline meals *shivers*. Earlier, I might sympathize. Now, my allegiance lies with Camp Empathy.
What a tiring day. Next come the taxi, the heavy luggage stowing, unpacking, food-hunting, jet-lag-adjustments. Ah well, at least caught up on my one remaining “Black Adder” season and the “Three Billboards…” masterpiece.
As the runway finally comes into view, I think I kinda miss the flight already. Well hello, Berkeley! Happy to be here, looking forward to your warm welcome. Baaki sab theek hai, bas yaar chori wori mat hone dena please.
This is a part of a mini-series of independent posts, starting here