20-Mar-15 I was scheduled to take my first international flight.
I had a stopover at Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) destined to reach Singapore by 00:05 on Saturday, 21-Mar-15.
The timing of the flight was carefully chosen to maximize my time of stay. My visa for Singapore allowed me 30 days of stay. I still remember how excited and nervous I was!
Excited, because it was FINALLY my first international travel…
Nervous, because when it came to international travel, I had an awesome track record of – BEING STUPID.
Trust me when I say STUPID, I freaking mean it!
Do you want to learn how to be stupid? Here is one story…
My first international travel was scheduled for 22-Aug-13. I was to travel to Singapore to meet my brother and stay with him for 2 weeks.
The icing on the cake? My brother booked tickets for me for my first Metallica concert.
There was no limit to my excitement. So much so that I partied like a maniac the previous weekend. I invited friends over and humble-bragged about my upcoming trip while binging on beer.
All that excitement pretty much ended up in smoke.
Why? Because I had to cancel my flights 5 hours before takeoff. #TRUESTORY 🙁
Once I had canceled my flights, I started pondering on the epicness of my stupidity…
Remember the party last weekend Saheb? Remember the binge drinking all night long and how you fell ill the very next day? How you hoped that it would be temporary but fate had alternate plans for you?
Anyway, this is how the story unfolded on the day of my travel…
My brother called me in the morning, asking me to buy him a Metallica Tee which he could wear at the concert. While I was slightly feverish and my gastric was being a bitch, the excitement to watch a Metallica gig, sporting a kickass band T-shirt was a legit idea – #FanBoyMoments
I asked my cousin to accompany me to Palika bazaar to look for the prints which my brother really wanted. We searched several shops and saw (maybe) over a hundred t-shirts, however, we could not find something which was to my brothers’ liking
I swear older siblings can be a pain at times, just saying 😛
However, in the bargain, what really happened though was that as soon as I got back home, I collapsed on my bed (literally). I guess I may have blacked out for a while. When I regained consciousness, I felt a little better. I called the airline and booked my seats and in-flight meals.
As and when the time to my flight was closing in, I started to feel more and more unwell. The thermometer read an internal temperature of 104’F.
Yes, Fuck My Life !!!!!!
I called my brother and told him about my illness and we finally decided to cancel the trip.
So, it was just about 5 hours to my first international flight, when I had to call it quits! 🙁
Moral of the story – Common sense is not so common? Hmmm, I wish I could buy some…
Ok, let’s be fair. I need to cut myself some slack. I ain’t that bad either. Haha!
My brother indeed had a lot of work to deal with at that time, and it seemed like a logical step to cancel the trip altogether. I really felt sad about the same but don’t really regret it as I was sure about one thing – I did not want to take an international flight when I was unwell, more so for the fact that I had a connection at KL and that would require me to change terminals. Could have been a really bad idea considering what happened next.
I fell completely ill after that. The next two weeks which was supposed to be my best vacation was spent tossing and turning on my bed.
Today, I consider that experience as a boon in disguise. Everything happens for a reason they say and I cannot agree more.
My first flight had to wait until my next attempt, and that story is worse than this one. I just can’t help laughing at it today. Wondering if I should even tell that to you guys. Damn that one is freaking embarrassing!
may be, one day i will…
P.S. The banner image was clocked by me using an IPhone6.