I’m flying from Bangalore to Mumbai for my summer internship and I couldn’t be more excited.
Today is a special day indeed. My roommates’ ACCA result came and she passed. GOT Season 8 Episode 1 is supposed to air today and I’m dying to see it. And on the top of that, I am finally going to step out of the Mumbai Airport for the first time and explore the city, ‘The City of Dreams’.
So, I woke up really early because your dreams don’t let you sleep and also because my roommate and I were both excited for her result, which was to be announced this morning. I was excited because she had promised me a treat if she passed and since that exam costs 17 thousand, failing wasn’t even an option for her.
The result was supposed to come out at 5:00 am in the morning. But my eyes didn’t open before 5:45 am. At that time, while I was lying on my bed half-awake, I heard the firecrackers bursting. I thought maybe I was daydreaming but then again, I heard a thunderous noise of firecrackers bursting in the neighbourhood and then the morning showdown ended with my roommate shrieking at the top of her voice, “Saloni I passed by 3 numbers.” I was like ‘that’s great, congratulations’ and I dozed off again.
6:30 is the second time I woke up in the morning and really pushed myself out of the bed because I didn’t want to be late for my flight. As I said, it’s a big day, because I am travelling to Mumbai for my internship. So, I got ready, packed all the stuff like a pro (do see it someday for yourself), had breakfast, said goodbye to friends and bang – I was ready to travel.
But no travelling happens without the odds against you. So, when I booked a Uber POOL to the airport, the weirdest thing happen. The driver of the cab asked me two questions:
First, where would I travel to?
I happily answered ‘the Bangalore Airport’.
The second question thrown on my face was how much was I going to pay?
None of the Uber Drivers I had travelled with in the past has ever asked me that question. That moment I got a bit suspicious of his intentions. On the driver’s constant insisting I said 600 rupees very casually and then he said ok.
For some reason, he didn’t seem convinced at all. Even on my reply, he had no expression on his face whatsoever. Anyways, after a couple of minutes when he was about to start the car he stormed upon me with the request to cancel the ride and pay him directly whatever I’m supposed to pay to UBER and he’ll take me to the airport. Before I could process his demand, he legit starts begging me to cancel the ride and pay him directly. Outrageously I yelled at him to stop the car ride right there.
One misery about living in Bangalore city is that the airport is really far from the main city. It’s almost like the other end of the world. So, going there alone can sometimes be a daunting task, especially if you are female like me. But if you are as stubborn as I am, you’ll still prefer to travel without asking for much help from people. After all, why put burden on others for dropping and picking you up from the other end of the world – The Bangalore Airport.
Anyways, back to the story. So, all this time while I am having this convo with the driver my co-passenger was chilling and listening to music like as if all the problems of the world should just go to hell, like IDGAF to anything.
Furthermore, when I was about to step out of the car, he intervened and convinced the guy just to drop me at the airport in the regular fashion i.e. without asking for a direct payment. And to my sheer surprise, the driver agreed. But throughout the journey, he kept on ranting about getting so little money out of UBER Airport journey’s, half of which goes into paying the toll tax. I cut down his voice by plugging in music into my ears.
But despite listening to music, I was careful you guys. Careful and alert of all that he was doing, of whether he was following the right directions or not. Of whom he was talking to and what he was talking about even though it was in Kannada.
One thought to ponder over here is that I think the society has made us very suspicious in nature and less trustworthy of anyone. You should just trust yourself and beware of everyone else and because of this mantra all through my journey I was dubious of all the actions of the UBER driver. Even while he was picking up the water bottle and drinking from it. Well, I guess its because of the surge in increasing crime rate against women that I have become such a suspicious lady, so even when the stranger is not doing anything, I have 100 other things bothering me that he could do while I’m on my journey.
And because of that, I have no peace in my mind and I’m afraid to die, which means I am already dead as per Julius Caesar because,
A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once.
So now the story is narrated by the resurrected Saloni Lodha. 1 hour and 7 minutes is precisely the time that took me to reach Bangalore Airport and voila! I reached just 2 hours 30 minutes early before my flight. Just a little too early.
So, the preceding story is basically very much about what I did while I was free at the airport.
After dropping the baggage and security check I headed to one of the seating arrangements near my flight gate and stared for 5 minutes. After my Sherlock type analysis that the place seems safe to sit, I sat. After that, I opened my laptop and struggled to connect to the airport WIFI to my laptop. It’s a big struggle connecting WIFI to a laptop, for the phone establishing that connection is a piece of a cakewalk. Anyways despite the struggle being real, the connection wasn’t established so lil miss resurrected Saloni (that’s me) downloaded hotstar in the phone and was about to make that payment for a month’s subscription but wait, I didn’t. Saving money, I am.
After that, I walked around a little and then headed towards my gate number 20. In between, I stopped to buy sweets for my aunt because the first rule of visiting anyone (family, not family, friends, not so good friends) is that never go empty-handed. So, I bought a packet of Mysore pak and found a place to sit using my Sherlock’s security analysis. As I sat to write this blog post and was in the process of doing so, I noticed that the guy sitting in front of me would look two seconds at me, then sideways and then onto his sketchbook. He was definitely sketching something.
After half an hour of analysis, I concluded that he was sketching me.
I was taken aback.
Oh boy, am I so pretty?
I started blushing you guys, only to realize after some time that he was sketching a Buddha image behind me and not me. Reality hit hard this time.
Nevertheless, I recovered from my fantasy land and didn’t do much except writing this blog post until my flight’s boarding call.
I’ve reached Mumbai now. And I will continue this little adventurous series later on.
Until then, Farewell.