italia – 1

It was my first international flight!
My first flight!

I go and ask the lady in the check-in desk: “could you please give me a window seat?”

“Sir! you have been upgraded to business class! Don’t ask for much!”

I ” [period] swallow .. alright.. thank u!! “

I get in without any problems with any checks. alas, I had only clothes!

Bapa, amma, bujji, swamy and last but not the least “Sushma” had come! [thanks for all of them to come for my first flight!.. ]

The flight was to take me to Paris and then a transit and then to italia!

The flight was waiting. I had mixed feelings. When I saw the pilots i felt confident of the flight. it was 1.30 am I guess. I went and sat in the business seat. Only two seaters. it was very very comfortable. Am going to stay in this for the next 11 Hrs is what I told myself.

I developed a bit of claustrophobia initially. The flight took off the first one of my life. My memories and thoughts were shared and had almost a physical like connection with everyone at home and friends!

it was slowly being tested as the flight went up. The take off was smooth. coffee and dinner was served with unlimited booze. I choose coffee and person next to me enjoyed his champagne. I was feeling bad that I was going alone. Missing everyone back!

the flight was in the air. I tried watching a movie but the thoughts kept rolling back to bangalore.. what might they be thinking! How can I communicate to them that I love them and miss them!!????

I might have looked at my watch like a 50 times. It was alright. I dozed off only to get up at 5am . I went and freshened up. I started to wonder where i was. The map on the screen showed where we were! Some hours were left. so, again I went back to sleep.

Morning, in few hours to board down to Paris. I got my energy back thinking “man, some milestone is coming to an end!”

Landing gave me some pain in the ears. The first impressions of paris from the flight is memorable. You will not see anything so beautiful than paris!

got down in paris and went to the gates and again one more round of security checks. No problems again. Everything goes off smooth.

i wait in front of the boarding gate. but learn that there is another 45 minutes. I go and try calling from paris airport. It was french or I was tensed or lack of usability of the public phones I couldn’t use them. I tried my itouch and could get connected. so, I sent an email to all.

by the time I finished it was a last call to board the flight to italia(venicia:p) I dashed in.

I got into another flight but this time it was for only 1.30 Hrs. it was morning. It was hot sun outside. People were more relaxed. I started imagining how italy would be!

I imagined God father like buildings. I remembered italian job. Mara mara castle kept coming into my mind! the curiosity prevailed amidst the feeling that I haven’t communicated back home with family and friends.

The ear pain shot up. I felt like screaming!!! Only I didn’t scream!!! After 45 minutes i think, they offered breakfast which I passed and drank only coffee!

I tried reading “malgudi days”. At this point I want to record this. any other god damn book would have better than this book. javascript would have been lot better. sushma and adithya i will not spare u guys for this

Finally, 10 minutes to again land. Ear pain subsided but it was painful! Italia finally!!!

I got down and waited for 20 minutes to collect my baggages. I come out of the airport and suddenly find myself SWEATING!!!

can u believe a foreign country making u sweat:D
that is the first impressions!! it was HOT!!!

I bought my first ever ticket to “Mestre Railway station” from there I had to goto “Trieste”

I boarded the bus to Mestre. In the bus, I clicked like 200 photos:D I was sweating down!!

I got down in Mestre. I went into the railway station and wondered if i should stand in a queue to buy tickets or use those ticket machines.

My instinct made me use ticket vending machines. I bought a ticket from the machine for 16.5 Euros!!! 2.5 hrs journey to Trieste starting at 13.20hrs!!

The train comes exactly at 13.20! i board and there was nobody in the train. It was hot afternoon sun. The train started slowly. My first impressions were, it was like Bangalore in early 1990s in summer. hardly any people.

by this time, i had reached a mindset that i want to quickly go to Trieste and find my student hostel accommodation.

[to be continued....]

another feelings blog- ooh No!

My gut feeling says.. this page wasn’t required. Come on, i want my blog to show that I don’t just blabber same old stuff in every blog!

Of late, I have started understanding myself better. Now, I feel am feeling for the first time that I am in this college with people who are much younger to me in age. But no offense to them. They are much better than me in everything. There is not a thing that I can claim that i am better than them. I appreciate if you are a reader of this to appreciate my thought. Well, if you don’t, i can only but say, pass it!

What am I writing again?! oh No! My inner voice is screeching out loud and clear. The voices from the distant past telling me, Vasanth, Please don’t torture us with this. Vasanth let it go. Vasanth coolio man. Not blah blah. There is more to it. Vasanth why do you bite so much when you are bored? Vasanth you are so patriotic in such a hypocritical way. Vasanth you don’t have to do this.Coming to think of remembering those memories whizzing past me, I feel. I have grown old. Pictures tell me that loud and clear. That’s two times I have used the phrase loud and clear. Make it 3 now.

I feel am with this crowd who are not exposed to the world outside of the education system yet. But am sure they will be much better than what i was when i was let loose in the wild by bnmit!!! An undergrad who had an unusual passion for Dsp and Cricket. Not sure about further education, I waited and wasted my one and half months leave only to be called by caritor in 2006 July 17th. That fateful day, I was seeing others getting placed in two three companies off campus while i was waiting to get a hatrick in my bowling. Which I indeed got it. It was an awesome feeling when I got it. That was the last week of my holidays before joining the 17th July batch. 3 of the close friends joined 3 different companies on the same day. Surprising indeed. Three different engg colleges. Three different streams. vikram, Harsha and Myself. So we played cricket and I got a hatrick!

I mean, the people whom I was with, has gone to different levels now. I worked for 3 years just like any other person would do. I joined IIITB. It was like buying a Car after so many years of planning and desiring. It was like that when I got into IIITB. Happiness abound. but what I didn’t realize was I will be leaving the crowd and going off beat with the younger crowd who are stronger, better than us. It’s difficult to match these people. If i were in Keane, I would have called these people as Kids. but then I respect them a lot now. I am humbled. The false ego in me is lost. I must confess it is difficult to be with people who are bros age whom you know only as a person who is younger to you. they are what i was 3 years ago. Come on they are would be cats.

I don’t know what has got me in. My GRE preparation was decent. My ego of having a better english than local populace got a hit today. I found myself not remembering many words. My vocab has got a hit. Who cares if I remember my vocab, My english has gone bad. How can I improve my English? My Kannada is pretty sure has become like Mad ads style. God, don’t I want to speak normally in Kannada.

I used to speak a lot about India and stuff. I used to have debates over it. I had strong view points. I have grown up to not to pick any kind of argument or debate with anybody. Sharing is caring. But what all can a person share? Will it stop with knowledge sharing? So, I have become numb with this sharing business which I so freely used to give it to everybody. I was going through my historical emails. Change is an understatement. I have changed so much as if somebody turned by my head.

What is this change? Was it leaving Keane at a peak time or joining college or not earning or lurking unknown future or fear of getting addicted to new hobbies or is it just like your hands shivers when you stop lifting heavy weights. Which of course might be haunting me. No gym for 2 years now. Boy!!! It’s high time I got my life back!

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