In the past few years I am sure many you out there must have heard about mind-boggling incidents that take place between up-there and down-here, I mean during National or International flights.

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.

And they say we have no talent.

Have you met the Lungi Man?

Yes, sadly I am on my way back to India and to be frank it’s really depressing. I reached the airport at 11.00 am with my best friend who was to catch the 1.40 pm flight back to new York. After 6 weeks of being practically together for 24 hours, I had to bid her goodbye. Ah! It was painful, really painful. Once checked in and bucket loads of tears, we parted ways (only for now).

Then I met up with my cousin and her best friend who were to take the 5.00 pm flight back to New Delhi. And yes, once again I stood in the check in line with them just to see them leave me behind also.

Have already spent 20 pounds or so at Starbucks and Internet booth. Sadly this airport does not provide free Wi-Fi service. Anyway so here I am waiting or more accurately crying my time away till I board my 11.00 pm flight for Mumbai.

Just one thing, why do good things end with a blink?

Signing off depressed….very depressed.