Travel Diary -> Delhi – Mumbai, September 2012
I haven’t been travelling for a while. I was planning to avoid it for a few more weeks, but then this important meeting came up. I had to go. Little did I know that the trip will turn out to be interesting (it is not over yet).
I deliberately took an afternoon flight. The Delhi airport has never been so empty. No rush at the airline counters. Security was a breeze. Waiting areas were vacant. It was like never before. I looked around and then tried to catch-up with news on my mobile to ensure everything is fine. It seemed fine indeed! Anyways, thatâ€™s not the point here. I went up to the gate as printed on my boarding pass. Reached the aircraft. Boarded and went straight to my seat. I was on the aisle side. On the window seat, I saw someone sitting and talking over the phone. Someone with a good sense of fashion (unlike me!!). It flashed that I have seen this guy somewhere. But then, I couldnâ€™t recall. Tried to think, and then gave up.
I settled down and started reading something. I couldnâ€™t concentrate. The guy was talking some really big numbers. Was definitely tensed. It was about some contract. But it was not usual business stuff. It sounded like a modelling contract. He didnâ€™t put the phone down until the plane took off. Surprisingly, no one reminded him to switch off.
I looked at him. Exchanged smiles. I again tried to recall if and where I have seen him. And suddenly it came like a flash. This guy was a supermodel tuned actor. I could easily relate now. I couldnâ€™t have missed him a few years ago. But then, he hasnâ€™t featured a lot recently.
This could have easily happened to anyone. It doesnâ€™t really deserve a post. What followed does deserve one.
After a brief exchange of words and whereabouts, I went back to reading. I deliberately didnâ€™t talk a lot as I am really bad at watching movies. I would have easily screwed. We had lunch.
After a while, I heard as if he was having some trouble breathing. I looked at him. He seemed normal. I went back to reading. And then all of a sudden he started crying! This is weird. Isnâ€™t it? You do not see men crying like this often. I was surprised. It seemed as if no one noticed. He was really crying like a kid. It was awkward for me. I didnâ€™t really know what to do. A few minutes, and he was still crying. I just put my hands on his shoulders and checked if needs something. That made him cry more. He didnâ€™t say anything and kept crying. After sometime, he gathered himself. Went off to the washroom and came back after quite some time. We spoke for a while. And the conversation that followed allowed me to understand his state of mind.
To respect his privacy, I will not mention his name. Â Not even the conversation. Life is full of twists. For some time, all my worries vanished. Â It was moving to see him in that situation.
The plane landed. He was normal by then. I went off to take my luggage. He moved on. I waited for my luggage (somehow, it always arrives towards the end). Someone tapped me from behind. Â He came back to say thanks. And went away.