Eurotrip #1- Things left behind

It's been a while since my mom told me to write about the Europe trip my family went on a few weeks ago. I kept refraining from doing that as somewhere, I felt it would sound show-offy. "OH! YOU KNOW WHAT! I WENT TO EUROPE!." And the rest of the world would be like "LIKE WE GIVE A FART!" Come to think of it, most of the time, almost no one gives a fart about anything, except for yourself. And yet, we go about documenting our lives in one way or another. Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it does. As I said, who gives a fart! Well, just in case if you do give a fart, please make sure you haven't eaten legumes, or any flatulence-inducing food recently. 

June 5th. That was the day of the trip. Two days hence was my parents' 24th anniversary. Mom had a dream of going to Paris. Dad wanted to see Switzerland. My sister and I were born to parents who were rich enough to splurge on a trip that could pay for travel, accommodation, food and "other unnecessary expenditures" for a family of four. So off we were, shouting in our own heads "Europe, here we come!"

I was right out of college, after some amount of avoidable grinding. Friends gone, end of campus life (at least for some time), heart crushed into uncountable number of pieces, but yet filled with lust, and blatantly so. Just that I hadn't told mom and dad about it. I haven't come off the hormonal surge that started sometime when I turned 15. I somehow like it this way. All this squirting testosterone. Okay, screw that. boarding the flight now!

The plane was the usual kind, the one that flew to countries abroad. bigger than domestic flights. Swiss Air, if I remember correctly, A friend of mine had told me that the chaps distribute chocolate towards the end of the journey. I was like "YESS!" Not like cheap domestic flights, that have stopped distributing candy to sort out the closed ears. Candy on planes. Wow! That was along time ago. I've seen kids grab onto fists full of candy from the tray when the hostess offered it to them. I've seen ADULTS grab onto fistfuls of candy on the tray, when offered some. Oh my goodness would I NEVER do that! Okay, I've done that. Mummaayyy! *Sob*

The flight took a good 25 minutes to move an inch. As usual, I wasn't sitting next to a beautiful woman. IT NEVER HAPPENS! NEVVERRR! I bet there's some dude who changes the seat of the beautiful woman SUPPOSED to sit next to me to someplace not within a 20-seat radius. I bet that dude got the beautiful lady's flight changed! So I was sitting next to this arsehole. And again, as usual, we were both fighting for the arm-rest. That was till the time the bugger slept, and I got to take over the arm-rest. Yeah, bitch! I win!

I can't sleep on overnight flights. Look at how surely I can say this after being on two overnight flights in my entire life. Okay, three overnight flights. What a presumptuous arsehole I am. Now am I not?

Three movies down, I was still wondering what the hell was it that the movie Inherent Vice was all about. Inherent Vice was the first movie I'd watched in the flight. All I could hear during the entire movie was "You're losing! You're losing! You're losing! You're losing your Vitamin C." But I got to say, that's one sexy song! The lyrics are a little off. But sexy song. I guess I'll have to watch Inherent Vice stoned to understand what happened in the movie. That review, some other time!

At this time in the flight, from nowhere, I started missing this female I'd had a hard time letting go. And I was like "Oh, shit! Leave my head, female!" Maybe, I was losing my Vitamin C. Crap! This female is making her way back to my head as I write this right now. Go! Shoo! That's the extent of my problems. Graduation sorted. Job sorted. But this bitch refuses to leave my mind. NOOOOOOOO!!!!

Yeah, so I was moving onto my fourth movie for the night. The Theory of Everything! Decent movie. How much more can you scandalize the life of a great mind, who miraculously happens to be alive still? Albeit barely so.

But there's a reason why this movie is special, and shall stay so for me forever. The end of the movie felt choreographed with the landing of my flight. I looked out of the window. It was the morning sun opening its eyes through the clouds, its rays seeping into the plane's fuselage. 

Ain't even close to what I saw!

I looked below, only to see vast expanses of European countryside, of what was parts of Zurich. This sight coupled with ending soundtrack of this movie "The Theory of Everything", and all of this coming together as my plane began banking into Zurich  for landing. Pure sensory overload! The woman's face that had been lingering in my mind for months now, never looked this beautiful. But you know what? The best part is that this convergence event, the sun, the land, the song, and it all made me realize something. The human mind is capable of emotions and feelings far beyond what words can so much so as dream of describing. 

And I knew somehow, that the week ahead of me was going to be one of the best things to happen to me yet.

Those moments, back in the plane, I understood that it is in the description of that which cannot be described, where one can truly test how good a storyteller one is.