It's my first time flying and I am all excited flying to Bangalore.
Most of my friends say not very good things about Bangalore. They said that I should be careful with my food and not to walk alone on the street. It's a good advise but knowing me, I will for sure do things which they told me not to do. That's me, the crazy Hema. I think my friends know me better on how I react when I get CRAZY.
I would want to try different type of food, I want to change myself like the real indian and I want to mingle with them and learnt the language. I want to cook their food. Of course work come first...(Just incase if Jan is reading my blog). I was not afraid of flying but I was more afraid that I might do some foolish thing inside the plane, but who cares, it's not like I am going to see passengers again.
To be on the save side, I thot I should get to know someone who can assist me until I get into the plane. After I check in, I notice that the guy behind me was all alone and he look more like Bangalorean, I approched him and his name was Rajiv and he came to Malaysia for work and he is also in the same flight as me. He seems to be like a nice guy and I asked him if I can tag along and he immediately said okay. We spoke about each other and shop at duty free and then we got into the plane. Rajiv was very gentle and help me with my hand carry as I need to put them on top of the cabin. Since we were not seated together, he asked me to look for him if at all I need help. Thank you Rajiv.
My seat was next to the window and on the right wing. A student from Sydney sat next to me. He is on his way to Mysore to visit his parents. He spoke for a while and after supper we both watch some movies and he slept. I don't really feel like sleeping.
The whole journey was okay. The landing was okay too. I was not afraid getting into plane, not at all. I think it was a good thing to travel alone because I can do what I want to do and meet lots of people.
Rajiv was all the way with me. We fill up immigration form together and then we collected the luggage bag also. Then we have to go thru the immigration to forward the form that we filled up. Rajiv was bassically with me until I found my driver and we say good bye and walk in different direction. His place is like 20 minutes away from the new Bangalore airport and mine was like about an hour journey from the airport.
On the way to the car park with the driver, I notice that my luggage was not with me only my hand carry was with me. I can't remember where I have placed it. I went back into the airport but the security stoped and told me that I cannot enter. I say no, I left my bag inside and I have to get it. He finally gave up after scolding me. Ahh...I don't care a damm if he wants to scold me, I need my bag and I will go to any extend to get them back. I found my bag and I felt so good. I walk back to the car park with a big smile on my face.
I took some pictures and the driver send me to my service apartment. I was too tired and went to bed after shower. The place really look very nice. I liked it so much and the people are so helpful.
One last thing before I end the post, I have to talk a little about the drivers. They are all crazy. God...they drive like mad on the road and the trafic is so bad during the day time. But the ride was fun. All you need to do is keep you mind free from any kind of negative thots. Try things the way they are and not the way you want it to be and you will surely be able to adapt to the lifestyle here.
"WHEN YOU'RE IN ROME, BE A ROMAN & WHEN YOU'RE IN INDIA BE AN INDIAN"
