“Ladies and gentlemen, the flight is about to take off. Kindly fasten your seat belts . Thank you."Soon after the announcement, the serene silence in the flight was broken by a loud screech that lasted for a couple of minutes. And all the passengers were curious to know what was happening.The focus lights were glaring at me and Manasa now. What was this all about?
Right from the day I planned my trip to Chennai with Manasa , my emotions were mixed - excited , happy and tensed. This is the first time, I am gonna travel in flight with my 2 year, all alone! How am I gonna manage her in flight. Months rolled, weeks walked, days flied and finally came D day. My mind and heart were playing bizarre "question and answer" sessions the previous night thus denying my sleep. Q. How will Manasa behave in flight? Option A) Run here and there B) Cry to get out of her seat C) Puke everything she eats D) Sit with my co-passengers and forget her mom. After all the tiresome packing , last minute shopping and the routine work, just wanting to sleep sleep and sleep, I was puzzled to find my mind give me such options with no room for Manasa being a good girl ! Somehow, got convinced that"all izz well" and managed to hibernate.
Got up by 6 AM. Not much work as we had planned to have our lunch outside. Still, the tension of handling Manasa had already started disturbing me. The half day just got over in a wink and we were all set for the airport. I was ready with lollipop, chocolates, her favorite biscuits to coax my baby. And not to forget , I had made her favorite "noogles" and packed for dinner to make a safe and happy flight journey. All went fine - from getting the boarding pass, security check till boarding the flight. My little lady was eligible for a separate seat ! Got her a window seat and she was all excited . The first one hour of the journey was fine , till the flight landed Mumbai. I was engaging her with books,some music and stories. There was a transit for 45 mins in Mumbai. However , we stayed in the same flight. Now , from here started the fun!
This one hour slowly provoked the social nature of Manasa. By the time, new passengers were boarding the flight , she was all set to run and play. “Ladies and gentlemen, the flight is about to take off. Kindly fasten your seat belts . Thank you."Soon after the announcement, the serene silence in the flight was broken by a loud screech that lasted for a couple of minutes. And all the passengers were curious to know what was happening.The focus lights were glaring at me and Manasa now. I was trying my best to console her and make her sit ,but in vain. Just when I was about to give up, I heard a person calling Manasa . She just ran to that person and sat on his lap . She became quiet and all the drama was over. That moment , I found god in him. It may sound silly , but true. When there was no one ready to help me out, it was this 40+ old man, who did a simple gesture which solved my problem.Neither the air hostess, nor the youngsters (who are busy with their ipads and novels ) came forward that moment. So, option A and B was checked in the first 2 hours of the journey. She got happily settled with that "uncle" and his friends. Playing and chatting in her own language. Soon, I called her to have her "noogles" and let her new friends have their dinner. She came back to her seat after a big break. Had half of what I had brought. Suddenly, I found her puking everything out. Chalo, next option also CHECK!! Now, almost everybody in the group of 40+ (men and women) helped me out with tissues and water. Even in such a situation, I could hardly find a air hostess come nearby asking for help. Anyways, I cleaned Manasa and she went back to "uncle" and co. I was busy cleaning the place around. After all the hungama, I had my dinner , while Manasa was being passed from person to person .She was happy and talking to everyone she went . The group got closer to Manasa that she was only with them till the flight landed! The flight landed. Manasa was busy saying bye and I was busy thanking the group.I collected the bags and saw my family waiting eagerly for me err.. Manasa in the airport.
So , all the four options that popped in my mind the day before had happened . But, if there are people who can help you out in any situation and if you have little patience, then ALL IZZ WELL :)
Kids will be kids, its the way we handle them, that makes the difference. What say?
If you had any such experience with your kids during travel, do share in comments.
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