Tuesday, September 22, 2009

My ‘Cattle-Class’ identity

In my more than twenty trips abroad and forty-plus flights, I have enjoyed ‘cattle class’ throughout. Yeah, this term is almost synonymous to ‘economy’ and more so ‘austerity’ that’s doing the rounds in the corridors of power these days.

Except may be once when my luck got smeared with the muck from ‘holy cows’. I will write about it towards the end.

‘Cattle class’ travelling isn’t all that bad, contrary to the tweet from the minister that hit headlines recently. It has its own advantages (and few disadvantages). I keep thinking of the advantages more … since some males (unlike the minister), I presume, have an adventurous strain in genes left in them to explore.

They keep dreaming about ‘that’ moment of sheer fun among the herd… at least I do!

A flight from the Royal Dutch Airlines (KLM) during my early days of travelling some fifteen years back reminds me of absolute liquor luxury. These flights had robust looking maidens who served intoxicating bottles … as soon as the flight touched some altitude.

Yes, I have some of the prized moments drinking high in the atmospheric zone … and never failed an opportunity to enjoy them in the company of my herd.

To drink red wine, chardonnay or the hotter varieties in the company of damn good-looking damsels is divine. That too on an altitude as high as thirty to forty thousand feet!

You need some attitude to do that, believe me. Some guts, and some daring hot blood must flow to keep drinking while they serve. You seem to get noticed as a saner man while other cattle in the herd create nuisance.

Imagine a lady who is serving and also admiring your attention … you love that, right? Sad, the minister may not like it!

The other thing I never miss is the concert that starts as soon as night falls in the aircraft. Men have noses that snore, we all know that. Recently feminine noses among the herd have started producing funnier interludes.

Combine this cacophony of sound … and they all merge into a wonderful mid-air concert. The ones that are high-pitched are well-balanced by the sombre ones in lower levels. To this day I remain awake just to enjoy this musical event mid-air.

From a photograph released recently, I feel the minister may have been part of this concert too during his cattle class flight.

Well, I said, may be.

One aspect that I dreamt in the company of the holy cows in business class is the singular attention of the air hostesses. Soon after boarding, they would pull down the curtains separating the business class. It is like what women do when they would say, want to make love … or may be, change their dresses.

I wondered what they did to the few elite business class individuals. My brain started to zoom around in a fantasyland dreaming. May be passengers in business class get their faces wiped or may be the hostesses sit by their side and share a drink!

Amidst such holistic confusions, I boarded a British Airways flight from London’s Heathrow Airport. They had given me a boarding pass with the seat number which never existed in the flight (even foreigners do this in foreign land!). The aircraft was full and I was hurriedly handed a boarding pass with the seat number 4E just before boarding.

Poor me! One who was destined to ride cattle class and merge among the herd … was courteously told to enjoy a business class meant for holy cows!

The seat seemed much spacious to contain the lower part of my body. Window appeared bigger, and there was a folded leather flap to contain privacy from my only fellow passenger – an old white fellow who looked more like a Yorkshire historian.

My curious mind picked the flight manual and started to memorize operations for the space that I proudly occupied. Very soon the flight started to taxi … and they pulled down the curtains separating the ‘cattle’ from us.

Blood inside my veins started flowing as if the heat was irresistible. I could sense rapids being formed during the blood flow … and soon the petite lady was in front of my seat with a tray holding the goblet. I could see the yellow fluid inside, and quietly made some room so that she could sit by my side.

I took the goblet softly and put it on my tray table.

‘Thank you, sir’, she said … and politely smiled as she left the place. I stared blankly at her … and soon realized that, unlike my dreams, passengers on this side of the aircraft also wiped their own faces with tissues.

That night, the old fellow by my side learnt from me how to switch on the reading lamp, and how to recline the seat. I wondered if he was also an erstwhile passenger among the cattle merely shifted among the holy cows by the call of fate.

Night was silent … while the cattle class enjoyed a concert. I didn’t hear that anymore.

Worst was to come … a lady well dressed almost fell on me while I was quietly making my way to the toilet. She looked up at my face in her daze and smiled … as if the word ‘sorry’ was hidden within her coloured lips. Flirtatious men may be seizing such opportunity copiously, who knows!

My flight landed on time … and I was escorted by another hostess to the aircraft door. I looked back … wished her good bye … but could never forget the below-average ride inside the business class.

Back in my hotel, I promised to remain faithful to my cattle class … I don’t wish to merge among holy cows anymore.


15 comments:

Tongue Trip said...

ouch! ouch! ouch! sans the unwarranted comment, he is a sweetheart. don't kill me for this!
okay, now, i hate to say this but the most hilarious part was about your mid air tryst with the feminine noses.

Chhaya said...

I guess umade a typo with the altitude.. cz the normal roads in Ladakh were at the height of 16,000 ft :P
LOL @ the curtain reference :D
I am glad u were travelling Phoren airlines or they wud have offloaded u or have asked to – go stand in a corner- , the way they tried with me

loved reading.. ur wit and sense of humour remains legendary :D

Maya said...

forget about flights in train too i travel in second class if its not summer...

i like the feeling of trains, and watching the behaviour of people is a big time pass, and also one gets variety in thoughts when one is with the herd, as if the thoughts of people are getting intermixed..

itsyvitsy said...

ROFLLMAO! As Chhaya mentioned, your wit and sense of humour is truly legendary.

I liked you references to "curtains that fall on the cattle", "the mid-air concert" and the "holy cows". Wow! Reading your posts are a treat and this one made my day.

I have updated my blog. Do visit me. :-)

-Vittal.

IdleMind said...

@ Tongue Trip - Wow! i can feel your sugary heart for him ... well, i never hit him below the belt. Just his tweet ...

@ Chhaya - u r right! forgot the readings on the in-flight monitor ('coz of being tipsy, may be). Raised up to FL300 to FL400 levels, captain. Over and out!!:D

@ Uncommon Sense - see, most of us enjoy being cattle class ... why merge with holy cows? thanks for stopping by.

@ Vittaldas Prabhu - I am honoured! two prolific writers praising a devilish writer doesn't happen too often on earth! one needs to see it and believe. Thanks again! will visit you soon.

vicious said...

ur way of looking at ordinary things is simply mindblowing ..liked the phrases u used in describibg the many aspects of ur travel

workhard said...

Mid air concert.. that was hilarious....


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Sneha Says said...

RMAO Cattle class and almost resembling the cows even the holy ones. Every time I see the curtain fall I will remember you :)
I heard the holier cows get a full body massage on British Airways, dont know if its true...so next time try out that.

I am Alive said...

Hi IdleMinde
Yes, I am with you... Shoot :) !

sandy said...

Bondhu, wishing you too a Very Happy Pujo... and Shubho Bijoya in advance.
...was struggling to repair the motherboard of my age-old beloved PC for the last three weeks, but failed. :( ...missed a lot of action here as well... now its a new generation duo processor, with wide-screen monitor to catch-up all the action again.
Hope to get back in track soon. :)

Chhaya said...

Shubho Bijoya :)

IdleMind said...

@ workhard - thanks for your visit!

@ Sneha says - after that trip with holy cows, even if someone suggests strip dancing on the other side of curtains, I won't go!

@ Sandy - feel sorry for the motherboard. Wish Mother Durga provides you a quicker and faster board next time!

vicious said...

shubho bijoya 2 u n ur family 2 ...:)

sandy said...

Cattle or holy cows is not the point of debate. The point is, at-least these holy cows provided you a topic to write this blog, and a chance for us to enjoy your 'noble' sense of humour. hehehehe....

IdleMind said...

@ sandy - :) ... without these holy cows, what would I be?