I was comfortably sitting, listening to Bruno Mars’ Uptown Funk which happened to be my only consolation for not getting the window seat. 

When suddenly, I felt a nudge on my shoulder. 

“Bhai saab…”

I took off my earphones and realized it was my co-passenger sitting in the middle seat grinning from ear to ear.

“Woh zara sa shift hona. Mujhe apna samaan nikaalna hai.”

I looked at him. The pilot hadn’t even asked us to unfasten the seat belts yet and here was this guy who seemed to be running against time.

The sad part was that he wasn’t alone. By now, almost all the passengers had gotten up and were happily taking out their luggage. Which made me wonder why the hell are Indian passengers in such a hurry to exit the plane?


My only question to these over enthusiastic souls is: Why?

Why are you so impatient? 

Matlab do you plan to jump out of the plane and then run off?

The doors are going to remain shut for at least 10 minutes after the plane stops. Do you plan to force it open?

I mean what’s the scheme of things here? 

And not just inside the plane. I’ve realised that we Indians are an impatient lot. 

We order hot tea and then blow into it till it gets cold. 

We blow horns even if it’s a red light. 

We like to push the person ahead of us even if we’re standing in a queue.

I really wanna ask these people ki bhai itni jaldi kahan ki hai? You do realize that we’re all going to the same place right? You do realize that we will all be getting out together. So no matter how hard you plan your exit, it’s fruitless. 

And God help you if you get an aisle seat. 

Not only will you be poked relentlessly by your co-passenger, you’ll also be trapped amidst a barrage of over enthusiastic passengers hell bent on taking out their luggage in perfect co-ordination.

That, after you’ve spent your entire journey minus a view. Yeah, talk about adding insult to injury.

Red Chillies

So if you’re one of those impatient souls reading this, kindly stop. Bahut saare logon ki duaayein milengi, trust me.