MOHANBARI LEGENDS!!!!!!
THE ARRIVAL
Well!! Thr I go in to the wicked world to face my destiny … I thought as I boarded the flight to delhi .. the first half of my journey to the land of rising sun was anyways was gonna be the usual ,looking out for good babes on the flight deck and trying to have more conversation with the air hostess .. but yes the anxiety was always there at the back of the mind as to where the hell was I heading and is mohanbari really happening to me !!! .. anyways I reached delhi in the early evening hours and with an drunk evening with a course mate and his perpetual drunk brother I went on the next morning to catch the so famous ‘courier’ which was supposed to take me to another timezone all together .. ok .. let me tell you what a ‘assam courier’ is all about … it s the largest aircraft available with the airforce meant to transport anyone and everyone wearing the uniform to the far east …one actually has to apply for a seat in that aircraft having an never ending capacity for people …and as usual I didn’t have the name on the list .. as if the anxiety going to my first unit was less that things had already started to go wrong or maybe my way … anyways having had the only advantage of wearing the airforce uniform and having the ranks of an officer I managed a seat in that convoy ….getting into the aircraft I felt like boarding a ship that was going to Normandy carrying all the british troops to fight against the Nazis …the whole scene of 200 odd soldiers walking in to that door that seemed like a hungry mouth backed my opinion … the aircraft was a usual Russian bird with rugged interiors covered barely minimum to expose its rough metallurgy and seats … it consisted of two floors which were separated through a series of long iron rods with the upper floor having barely any seats and the rods themselves acting themselves as seats .. the soldiers were directed to occupy the upper floor and the lower by the elite officers which included me .. and the only privilege WE had was the basic foam seat instead of the iron bed to seat ourselves upon… I guess this is the only place in the entire defence establishment where a flying officer can seat next to a lt General without having the pissing in your pants kind of feeling .. for all you know he must be having the feeling seating in an IAF aircraft and considers that its only you who can save him in case the aircraft is about to crash … anyways travelling in that noisy chamber with two hundred people all over you ..i missed the first half of my journey of the ‘kingfisher experience’ which was reminded with the old flight gunner announcing not to remove shoes as the feet might smell.( who makes this kind of announcements) and just had this thought crossed my mind when I could smell and feel the excellent aroma of someone s holy feet sitting right above me and fast asleep as if he had attained enlightenment and I was sitting below him to attain his holy blessings … lost in my thoughts as to how the new land is gonna be the flying train landed with a heavy landing….
