A narrative description of a Pakistani landing at the Manchester Airport.
When I boarded the plane, it felt quite a charming site to see the well formed and neatly dressed uniformed staff of the airline greeting us with a passionate smiles. It really boosted the morale of a person with the image of staggering confidence. You feel the place quite exotic with all around courtesies spread and smiles being showered over you generously. The first thing you encounter is the newness and loneliness among the herds of blokes of different ethnicity.
What I saw was the different dialects of blooming and chirping faces with the abundance of smiles. Happiness prevailed all around except for me , as the high level of nervousness surrounded me as this was my first ever sojourn outside my motherland in the whole life of forty five years and the counting is still going on with sheer luck and with the mercy of the supreme creator. As most of the readers if we found any for this scribe with the stroke of luck, would agree that if somebody who like me who first time boarded plane for the first time in his life and of so long duration of flight ( more than 10 hours of continuous imprisonment inside the plane with the very short space available for seating and breathing) would certainly cause an exhaustive and fatigue inducing experience. Believe me I don’t seek any sympathy only need to have empathy from the readers to understand my agony.
The experience of using toilet inside the jet was even more memorable or in more elaborative words unforgettable as the vastness of the place and the abundance of water was immeasurable since I could not figure out the micro measurements to gauge it. Any way it looked like I was locked in the cubicle meant for one person hardly and supplies of water was so scarce that it looked quite beyond the possibilities to wash all the vital organs with after effects of being relieved from the agonies of natural burdens carrying all the human beings. Forget it please if I exaggerated in your opinion but I believe there should be a quite reasonable wide place for toilet inside the plane which is meant for more than 300 people crowd which is packed like the herds of sheep. I plead to the both the big manufacturers of giant passenger planes to make at least the toilet experience somewhat bearable.
Not sure was it due to a long uninterrupted flight or it was the result of meagre supplies of food that was being served inside. Any way might we be able to conclude it in the end the real cause. The other remembrance is of the great antique styled air hostesses immaculately matched with the aging jets and coupled with their cold attitude of service equating the air conditioning temperature levels. While the slogan says righteously; you will feel like home, it was totally justified in my case as I really feel like at home in the jet. This seemed blessing in a way that I was not home sick while travelling. Other travellers have their rights reserved to differ with me on this account, why should not they? they deserve to have their different opinion. Nothing is binding upon them.
I have now undiminished feelings of greatness when i saw the airline slogan ” Great people to fly with ……”
Now I don’t have any remorse of being in the inferiority complex before dying after I have being flown with this prestigious airline.
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