12 Hours at Heathrow

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2. […] The most astonishing ones (in my opinion) are the ones that involve some sort of sexual escapades, for example a man grabbing his fellow female passenger’s breast while she was asleep or a couple caught making out in flight toilet. But frankly speaking I always thought these stories were never entirely true and were in most cases beefed up by the media. I mean who in their decent frame of mind would think of fondling his/her own or someone else’s private body parts in front of 70-80 strangers. However an incident couple of days back during my flight back from London shockingly made me realize that Yes! Perverts don’t stop anywhere. Here is my story. I was waiting at Gate 9 of Terminal 4 at Heathrow Airport. My flight was delayed by an hour due to some security procedure. The area outside Gate 9 was packed with Indians; not surprising since the flight was from London to Mumbai. Some aunties chabbering with one another, one bragging about her son and the other complaining about London’s depressing weather. Couples of seats from where I had parked my aching legs were two middle-aged men. They were like just your average looking Ram and Shyam but something about them gave me a creepy feeling. However the book I was reading was far creepier than them and made me completely ignore their presence. Once our flight was ready to be boarded, I literally ran in since I had practically spent an entire day at Heathrow and was desperate to get out of there. Thankfully I got an aisle seat next to the exit door of the aircraft and my heart was jumping with joy. But as they say ‘Nothing lasts forever’ and in the same manner my happiness too faded away when I saw those two very guys occupy the seats next to mine. The two men made themselves comfortable just the way one would do within their four walls (yup, the shoes were taken off and smelly socks made their grand appearance). They chatted with one another, without the help of loudspeakers and seemed very excited about their flight journey. We exchanged a couple off friendly smiles but before they could get a chance to strike a conversation with me, I flashed open my book on ‘Serial killers’ and pretended to be deeply engrossed init. And I guess the trick worked and went back to their loud talks about different airlines and poverty situation in India. Then came the time for refreshments and snacks, as always I took a bottle of white wine actually two bottles of white wine. The men next to me each had two miniature bottles of Red Label along with three packets of salted pretzels. And yes they were North Indians because we love our free booze. It took them barely few minutes to get thru the two bottles and then they again called on the airhostess to serve them some more. With a slightly stern warning, she handed four more bottles to them. I must say that it’s a pretty darn good thing to know that crew members keep a watch on drinking levels of passengers during flights. After an hour or so, we were served our dinners. I hogged on the butter chicken while my neighbors chose to stick with the vegetarian meal. Till now these guys were bearable but as I said earlier, nothing lasts forever and my horror was just about to start. Once the main lights inside the aircraft were turned off and some passengers were watching in-flight entertainment while others were tossing their heads on their tiny headrests just to get some good sleep, the guy next to me decided that it was time for some self-excitement (while his partner was asleep). I on the other hand was neither asleep nor awake but to others I would appear as good as dead. And so this guy at first starts playing around with his ‘manhood’ (thankfully the pants were still zipped up). At first I could get it thru my numb head what was happening and before I could understand it, I was shaken up with another murder. With his free hand he removes his Moto Razr cell phone and switches it on. After flipping thru some buttons, he finally gets what he was looking for; a video film of himself massaging his penus. No. No. No. I am not joking. This is what exactly happened. Right next to me. For those minute seconds I really thought that it was a nightmare or mind was completely fucked up with the whole 6 weeks of traveling. I was disturbed, very disturbed and the guy next to me had a peaceful sleep after his joyful ride. From then on I stayed awake for the rest of the 5 hours of flight time. I squeezed myself to the corner most edge of my seat inorder to avoid his partner in crime aka. his hands from touching me even slightly. He took over my hand rest, he coolly extended his one leg in my leg space and I just sat still watching his every move while he slept like a log. In all probability this was the worst night of my life. Half an hour before the flight was about to land, the pervert woke-up flashed a corny smile at me (which makes wonder, does he know that I know) and then stretched his arms in the air and headed for the loo. And with the same care-free ease, he and friend exited the aircraft while I took some time to get over my grief. Before I end, I would like to give an advice to those who are traveling or intend to travel in future - Always trust your instincts. If you find the person next to fishy or creepy, RUN as fast as you can. […]

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3. […] The most astonishing ones (in my opinion) are the ones that involve some sort of sexual escapades, for example a man grabbing his fellow female passenger’s breast while she was asleep or a couple caught making out in flight toilet. But frankly speaking I always thought these stories were never entirely true and were in most cases beefed up by the media. I mean who in their decent frame of mind would think of fondling his/her own or someone else’s private body parts in front of 70-80 strangers. However an incident couple of days back during my flight from London shockingly made me realize that Yes! Perverts don’t stop anywhere. Here is my story. I was waiting at Gate 9 of Terminal 4 at Heathrow Airport. My flight was delayed by an hour due to some security procedures. The area outside Gate 9 was packed with Indians; not surprising since the flight was from London to Mumbai. Some aunties were busy chabbering with one another, one bragging about her son and the other complaining about London’s depressing weather. Couple of seats from where I had parked my aching legs were two middle-aged men. They were like just your average looking Ram and Shyam but something about them gave me a creepy feeling. However the book I was reading was far creepier than them and helped me completely ignore their presence. Once our flight was ready to be boarded, I literally ran in since I had practically spent an entire day at Heathrow and was desperate to get out of there. Thankfully I got an aisle seat next to the exit door of the aircraft and my heart was jumping with joy. But as they say ‘Nothing lasts forever’ and in the same manner my happiness too faded away when I saw those two very guys occupy the seats next to mine. The two men made themselves comfortable just the way one would do within their four walls (yup, the shoes were taken off and smelly socks made their grand appearance). They chatted with one another, without the help of loudspeakers and seemed very excited about their flight journey. We exchanged a couple off friendly smiles but before they could get a chance to strike a conversation with me, I flashed open my book on ‘Serial killers’ and pretended to be deeply engrossed init. And I guess the trick worked and they went back to their loud talks about different airlines and poverty situation in India. Then came the time for refreshments and snacks, as always I took a bottle of white wine actually two bottles of white wine. The men next to me each had two miniature bottles of Red Label along with three packets of salted pretzels. And yes they were North Indians because we love our free booze. It took them barely few minutes to get thru the two bottles and then they again called on the airhostess to serve them some more. With a slightly stern warning, she handed four more bottles to them. I must say that it’s a pretty darn good thing to know that crew members keep a watch on drinking levels of passengers during long flights. After an hour or so, we were served our dinners. I hogged on the butter chicken while my neighbors chose to stick with the vegetarian meal. Till now these guys were bearable but as I said earlier, nothing lasts forever and my horror was just about to start. Once the main lights inside the aircraft were turned off and some passengers were watching in-flight entertainment while others were tossing their heads on their tiny headrests just to get some good sleep, the guy next to me decided that it was time for some self-excitement (while his partner was asleep). I on the other hand was neither asleep nor awake but to others I would appear as good as dead. And so this guy at first starts playing around with his ‘manhood’ (thankfully the pants were still zipped up). At first I could’nt get it thru my numb head what was happening and before I could understand it, I was shaken up with another murder. With his free hand he removes his Moto Razr cell phone and switches it on. After flipping thru some buttons, he finally gets what he was looking for; a video film of himself massaging his penis. No. No. No. I am not joking. This is what exactly happened. Right next to me. For those minuscule seconds I really thought that it was either a nightmare or my mind was completely fucked up with the whole 6 weeks of traveling. I was disturbed, very disturbed and the guy next to me had a peaceful sleep after his joyful ride. From then on I stayed awake for the rest of the 5 hours of flight time. I squeezed myself to the corner most edge of my seat inorder to avoid his partner in crime aka. his hands from touching me even slightly. He took over my hand rest, he coolly extended his one leg in my leg space and I just sat still watching his every move while he slept like a log. In all probability this was the worst night of my life. Half an hour before the flight was about to land, the pervert woke-up flashed a corny smile at me (which makes wonder, does he know that I know) and then stretched his arms in the air and headed for the loo. And with the same care-free ease, he and friend exited the aircraft while I took some time to get over my grief. Before I end, I would like to give an advice to those who are traveling or intend to travel in future - Always trust your instincts. If you find the person next to you fishy or creepy, RUN as fast as you can. […]

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