Kolaveri Di wala "D"

There was nothing worth mentioning about the flight and I was as usual very sleepy. Sitting diagonally opposite to me was a well-dressed gentleman with earphones plugged in his ears. His well ironed three fourths, tucked in t-shirt, shining white socks and sport shoes clearly displayed his meticulous behavior. I was noticing him and imagining how the life of his subordinates would have been. He looked like a boss who would not accept a mistake even as small as that of a full stop or a comma in his documents.

I was wondering if I were seated next to him, how pretentious I may have had to act. Suddenly I came out of my thoughts, with not so polite voices from my back.

"Kaunsa D hain humara seat"??

"Kolaveri dee wala D".

followed by a boisterous laugh after that…

God save the gentleman with the two new entrees in flight. I was always taught in my childhood that "D is for Dog" but Kolaveri Dee was a new one for me. This not so funny joke made them laugh out loud. Both of them were sitting on either side of the aisle and their voice ensured that each person in the flight was well aware of their presence and positioning. They were sitting exactly behind my seat and were initially annoying. I was left with two options. Either I could read my book, scold them in my mind and feel irritated for the next couple of hours OR I could just try to enjoy their conversation and I may actually end up having some fun!

I chose the latter and eventually they entertained me for the rest of my journey. 

Both the not-so-gentlemen were belly dancers. I mean I am pretty sure their huge paunchies would dance and swing around in their walks and talks. They were wearing a typical khakhi political shirt, which was body fit only on their stomach.

As per rules of transit flights, AC was switched off for the refueling. Both of them pressed the  attendant buttons to enquire about the AC.

"Yeh Call girl sunta hi nahi hain! Pehle bataya hota toh shirt bhi uske hisaab se apan pehen ke aate. Hahaha!!"

Oops! This apan word was an alarm to me. These guys could have been my very own Indoris.

The flight was ready to take off and the status notifications from them (for each stage of motion of the flight) also started.

 "Uda Nahi…"

"Runway pe hain…"

"Kya ab tak chala nahi…"

"Yeh hila toh aap badal pe hain.."

"Yeh Dugdugi ki tarah kyu chal rahi hain..."

“Yeh ubad khabad hain."

And the best one was…

" Yeh gaya latak.."" 

I was pretty sure many people might have got irritated but it was so hilarious for me to listen to their conversation.

 "Sunoh! Ek gandi cheez khaoge kya?"

The voice travelled to the other side of the aisle to which the reply was "Kya??"

The obvious question could have had a simple answer but I guess the fellows wanted to prove their prestigious sense of humor and the answer came with a big laugh "Kaaju!"

Not sure what was "ganda" and hilarious in this poor kaaju but this was again an ignite to their hysterical laughs.

"Tum kitna samaan dho ke chal rahe ho?"

"Kuch samaan zindagi bhar dho ke chalna padta hain”.

 Oops! This sentence made me ponder for sometime but it was only for few moments that my philosophical bulb was switched on.

"Kuch khilayenge kya yeh log?"

"Tray toh lagi hain... kuch toh khilana chahiye!! Apan Thailand gaye toh khilaya tha apan ko. " 

My eyes could see an airhostess sitting straight infront of me and my ears could hear some unsuccessful attempts of whispers.

"Yeh baithi hain na humein kuch khilane ke liye"

As soon as she stood from her seat, he added, "Abhi ek brake lagega toh peeche ja giregi.. Hahaha!!"

They were discussing about a destination named Ashok Vatika. He asked in extremely serious tone "Kya yeh sirf ek garden hain?" to which the other guy stared at him, paused and replied "Toh aur kya chahiye?? "

They shared the moment of silence and laughed their hearts out. One of them passed his mobile to other one to show some pictures. "Dekh lo different views hain garden ke is site pe.. Thak jaao toh bata dena!"

This was again followed by giggles. How could someone be tired of browsing a website?Huh!

The conversation continued throughout the journey and kept many of us entertained. The final destination of both the flight and the fellows was Chennai. 

On landing in Hyderabad…

" Hussain Sagar mein dupki maarni hain kya!! "

The laughs continued and still echoes in my ears. To my surprise, no one complained and the journey ended safely and happily. Each one has his own way of cherishing small moments of life. It’s just that one has to find his own.