Writing on the wall

Profound perspectives on mundane happenings, smattered with a helping of humour.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Vamp-Air India

As I boarded Air India 128 from Chicago to Mumbai, I was greeted by one of the on-flight attendants. Something blood-like seemed to be dripping from her lips. The empirical proposition that she could be of a vampirical disposition will have no tenable opposition.

On second thoughts, it could have been lipstick, a tad more than recomended. Thankfully, for the entire duration of the flight, the lady did not cover my section, leaving little chance of she offering me a steak or me driving a stake through her.

Air India ensures that its passengers rest well in-flight by making a poor choice on in-flight entertainment or having pathetic video/audio forcing the passengers to relax, albeit irritatedly.

Complaints are of no effect and the Air India Maharaja himself seems to represent that. "How?", you may ask. In all of recent memory, I have never seen a picture (static or animated) of the Maharaja with his eyes open. He seems to know how things work at Air India and since he couldn't do anything, decided to keep his eyes closed.