I am in that "2" stage in the blog title of mine. Yes, I am on my way to Sydney through Singapore. I dont' remember the last time I blogged, guess yeah, after I came back from the monu'mental' tour of tanjore. Now it's after the delightful journey to Singapore.

Is going abroad a easy thing? If some one where to ask me this question I would reply saying, it isn't. First of all if you are lucky enough you will get a visa, that too after roaming around with documents, which you would have tried to collect for some months now. Then you try to apply for the visa, for which you will get to know the answer after 'their' own sweet time. In my case it was all the more sooperu, with the visa officer's clearing all my peers visa & then taking their own time to scratch their 'whatever' & realise that my IELTS marks card was missing. After a re-submission of the whole thing, my visa was granted. I never felt anything tremendorously different, I don't know why?!

Then comes the airlines. Aaaha...now you are travelling abroad, really you are. You get to the travel agents office where you would be given some inumerable number of options out of which you need to decide which is the bestest. What do you say? Which ones do you check? Am not sure, check the weight allowance, check the transit hours, check that, chck this. By the time you check everything it would be time for the doctor to check you!

Now is the real feel time. You are shopping for the trip & packing since you have only few days left for the journey. So one day you decide to stuff all your stuff's into the bag & weigh. You will not be suprised to know that it over weigh's. And then after one or two days and some deletions & rejections, you try again. Again its the same old story, "IT OVERWEIGH'S". No matter how many time you try its the same answer. What the hell you begin to wonder? Is this some kind of of joke or something. Naaa.....Its the beginning. Can some one please tell me if there is a PHD in airline packing?

Then comes the hardest or easiest part, depends on people what they think. You begin to meet friends, tell them bye, tell them "Hey I am going to US/Australia/Singapore/Europe" whatever. And then they would be like "Yeah?! awesome/amazing/sooper/ultra-cool" whatever from outside and from inside would be like "idiot". Then one day your granny will start crying, then your mum then ur house maid and then the strongest person, emotionally, in your family, your dad, cries.

You manage all these & get to airport. You are terrified, petrified as to the weight that you are carrying. And then the advice that you would have heard from thousand & thousand of people, which echos in your mind "Be carefull of the passport", "Don't go off some where off your own in Singaapore", "Do this", "Don't do that" & all those. You will be in the state of "no-thinking", for people like me "never-thinking".

Then when you check-in the over weighing baggage, they don't say a word & accept it. You are delighted, over joyed, happy! Now all you want to do is to get into the flight & sleep. When you get into the flight, the air hostress comes & calls you to sit in front. You fly "executive class". Then after some time you meet the captain to thank him, since he knows your uncle & that "kind" uncle has put in a word to take care of you, which never meant that you would be given an upgrade into the executive class. There you ask the captain, "how do u fly a flight?". For which he says "Why don't you join me in?". Aaaahaaa.....then for the most feared journey in your whole life you travel in the COCK-PIT!!!!....


to be continued.....