I haven't landed yet

A crazy realization hit me on my layover in Detriot - that for the first time, I'll know that most of my co-passengers on an international flight will not just be Indians, but Telugu. And wouldn't you know it, once I reach my boarding gate in Amsterdam, everyone there is Telugu. As Vikrant said, I suppose it's cool that Hyderabad reached the status where it can support an international flight. For this flight my co-passengers include a couple of ABCD girls who seem hell-bent on informing everyone around them of their ABCD status, which of course led to the usual snickering among the rest about how "it's sad kids these days can't speak Telugu anymore". Can't we all just get along!

It wasn't bad enough that the aircraft was one of the worst I ever travelled in - it was a 3-3-3 config, with no individual screens. I got punished with the worst seat in the aircraft, the window seat. You see, in a 3-3-3 config, everyone who's not in an aisle seat needs to jump over just one person in order to use the bathroom or just walk around. Except the people in the window seats. It was awful. I just had to hold it in for a very long time before I finally just gave up and had to move the two people next to me.

You know what I hate more than Indians on an International flight? Indian with BO! God! That flight stunk! For once I would be in favor of spraying the whole flight with room freshner. What's with the aversion to deodorant. Hey, I have bad BO, but no one knows because I USE DEODORANT DAMN IT!

They did serve a lot of food on that flight. About five different sets of meal service. I imagine the flight attendants are just bored and to kill time they just walk up and down the aisles offering food and drinks to everyone. Anyway, somehow made it to Hyderabad with my nostrils and my kidney intact, can't ask for more.