Some things during a flight journey

My first ever trip in a non-Indian carrier was amazing. I came to Chennai this time through Colombo, in Sri Lankan airlines. Some nice things I can’t help forgetting:

The ‘ayubuvan’: Sinhalese greeting. Every air host greeted all of us this way.
Excellent service: I was really pleased by all the attention they gave us; we felt pampered.
The TV screen (or whatever it’s called) in front of every seat: Watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for the second time, but this time with a very special difference: 40, 000 feet above land. It was amazing to see Johnny Depp and his weird ways at that heigh (yeah, don’t say as though it makes a difference, it did!).
The cameras on the flight: one at the bottom of the aircraft and another at front. If anything got boring, it was spell binding to sit and watch the clouds above or through which we were flying.
The regular maps that came on the TVs telling us how far from Colombo we were, and at what altitude and speed we were flying at.
The beautiful beaches of Colombo that we could see from the aircraft: they were really heavenly.

Once at Colombo, everything looked beautiful to me: the pleasant and always smiling airport officials (especially the men ;)) and the rhythmic Sri Lankan Tamil. The airport officials (men again!) were very cutely asking the passengers who had just landed from Singapore whether they were going to Bangalore, Mumbai or Karachi, as these flights were leaving very soon. And every time one approached me, I would smile a “No, Chennai” (trying hard not to grin, and controlling hard the flirt inside me), only to get back another cute smile from the authorities (ayyo, romba vazhiyareno, ok, I’ll stop!
:D ).

The Colombo-Chennai flight wasn’t all that eventful, except for a cute little boy in the opposite side of the aisle who started crying as the flight started to land as his ears were getting blocked due to the changes in pressure.
Things started picking up again as I craned my neck and peeped over the startled guy sitting in the window seat to see dear ol’ Chennai slowly looming into view.

I had to fight very hard to check the wide grin spreading on my face as the flight landed with a thud and went rushing forward, and finally came to a halt near the “Theeainaipu Nilayam” in the Anna international airport.
Immigration stuff surprisingly got over really quickly and I was soon waiting outside the airport for someone to come and pick me up. My flight supposed to land at 7 50 had somehow arrived at 7 30!!!!
The feeling of coming home was complete as I heard Ajay blabber away in Radio Mirchi. Hoping to have an amazing time here.