Sunday, July 11, 2010

Voice of the Almighty

I now know why some people hate taking flights. It's because they have always been assigned aisle seats. My first experience of the incomparable boredom that accompanies being seated next to an aisle came on the 18th of June this year when I boarded the 9:00 PM flight from Kolkata to Ahmedabad. The check-in counter had informed me with sufficiently staged regret that all window seats on the flight were already taken. So I would have to be content with watching both my neighbours doze off before the plane even entered the runway (What a waste of a window seat, I say!), a pot-bellied businessman play Tetris on his Blackberry despite repeated personal requests from the aircraft crew to switch all electronic devices off (Whether he was just a ignorant moron or an arrogant SOB, I leave to your judgement) and be surprised at the huge number of people who had to make multiple visits to the toilet on a 2.5 hour flight (Must be something that they ate just before getting on the flight, I suppose). No wonder therefore that within half an hour or so, I was in that grey area between sleep and wakefulness. After all, there was only so much to keep you engaged in a bus with tiny little windows.

The speakers crackled to life and a booming voice announced "This is your Captain speaking. We are on course to arrive in Ahmedabad at 11:30 PM subject to landing clearance by the local Air Traffic control tower." And I am yet to figure out exactly why all pilots do give out this unnecessary bit of information, but this one too went on to add "The temperature outside is -25 degree centigrade. We are at an altitude of 10000 feet and our speed is 850 km/hr." How about that? We were in a metal container going at speeds unsuitable for human bodies, at heights inconvenient to human bodies and in the freak chance that we survived both, the cold low-pressure outside was sufficient to do us in. And God forbid (here's the real irony), if something happened to the guy who had just spoken to us, even God could not have saved us from meeting a fiery end. Come to think of it, there is no other place where hundreds of people have to put a direct, deep faith in the abilities of a man and his assistant than the trust that airline passengers put in the hands of their pilots. God Himself would have a tough time inspiring such blind faith in his most devout followers. For all practical purposes, at that point in space and time, the voice on the speaker might as well be that of a very old man who lives in the skies.

4 comments:

Kumar Bibek said...

Hahaha, Of late, I have been lucky. On the last trip to Bhubaneswar and back, I got the window seats, without even asking. 1A once, and 1F the next time.

The view was awesome. It felt like a different world, within the clouds. Snowy little cottons floating all around. I didn't feel that I was flying for sometime. It was like I was in a dreamland. :P

Next time, don't fly if they don't give you a window seat. But then, after about 30 minutes, I got bored and dozed off. Hahaha, and the guy at the aisle might be cursing me.

Roy said...

True. The window seat rocks, especially during take-off and landing! This was the only time I have been on a plane and not got a window seat.

Pratik said...

You got lucky you did not get the middle seat. It then develops into an all out war over possession of the arm rest! :D

Roy said...

@Pratik: "It then develops into an all out war over possession of the arm rest!" :D :D ROFL! That was real funny!