Like a fish out of the water..
It has been a while, and like always, there are a million things in my head waiting in a queue, to jump out and appear here in readable words. And like any other Indian queue, this queue is pretty disorderly and all the thoughts fight with each other to appear first. Ah, there is one I must share. This time, coming back to university, I happened to have the good (mis)fortune of being able to upgrade my seat from the usual Economy to Business class. As I stretched out my legs and looked around, I found myself feeling a little out of place. I was not, you see, very familiar with the soft push buttons which flicked out the leg rest here and a tray there, the video screen which had to be pressed and then rotated and twisted to be able to watch the array of movies which kept me entertained for the length of my flight. I was also not very comfortable with the way the air hostesses smiled extra sweetly and offered me just about anything and everything. And with the way the other se...