April 30 2015. The date when I travelled via air for the first time. But it took me a bit long to recall the date, perhaps because the event wasn`t as thrilling as I had assumed it to be. Since my journey was from Jaipur to Bangalore, the only view I could relish was that of the barren land. Also, the speed of the plane seemed so excruciatingly slow that it reminded me of those good ol` cycle rickshaw days – Bani Park to C-Scheme in just 20 bucks! But unlike the flight experience, it was neither exorbitant nor claustrophobic.
The only exciting part was the take off – no, not even the lukewarm landing. But the butterflies in the stomach was an exaggeration. What I really loved was the view of my hometown when the flight got airborne. The city looked simply beautiful, especially after waiting for so long on the deserted runway.
Perhaps I have grown out of such juvenile experiences. Or perhaps I had a veteran in my mom besides me, who is a seasoned globetrotter. Or perhaps because I have travelled in trains too much. That feeling when the wind makes contact with your face is way better than the noxious air-conditioned air of the plane. Meeting a diverse range of people belonging to various cultures is refreshingly different from ear-plugged epitomes of indifference. Even, the excitement of taking off, fades in comparison to the exhilaration of catching a train. The multiple security checks at the airport seem like a cumbersome chain of events particularly when one is used to boarding a missing train in a haste. It is nothing short of an achievement whereas the flight journey, notwithstanding the economy of time, seems like an elitist extravaganza to me!
And, I would rather stay grounded, in more ways than one.