1. Hyderabad
I
had put my passport in the large green file and then forgotten about it. I kept
all important things in that file. ‘Important’ in the sense that it contained
all things which my present and future employers would use to judge my worth…
my marksheets from school and college and other certificates to show how
deserving I was for the position that was on offer. It also had my Insurance
policy documents and other such things. Basically, if I were to die today and
you wanted a quantitative index of my 25 years of existence based on some
weighted average of my academic performance and financial status… the large
green file is what you should be looking for. Sorry I digressed from my original
train of thought. I was talking about my passport. I had gotten it in December
2016 and I put it away because I didn’t think I’d have any use for it in the
immediate future. I am not an avid traveller. But around mid march 2017, I
found myself picking up the large green file from my shelf. I dusted it off and
took out the passport from it. I stared at the words ‘Passport, Republic of
India’ on the deep bluish-black cover of the small book and asked myself ‘Are
you really going to do it?’
Twenty
minutes later I was staring at the paytm invoice for the tickets I had booked for
a round trip from Hyderabad to Kuala Lampur and back. Paytm had an Rs. 5000
cashback offer on flight tickets on that day and as always Suman knew about it.
He would know even before Indigo CMD knows if there is an offer in Indigo! It’s
like his superpower. So the four of us, Me , Suman, Venki and Anson were
already in Kuala Lampur in our minds wondering ‘Fuck man!! What do we do now?’.
Every
group has a leader. In ours it was Suman, though I think Venki might differ on
this. And then there are the followers. That was me and Anson, the younger lot.
We asked doubts and offered suggestions but left the decision making to the
elders. That kinda leaves Venki’s role a little unclear doesn’t it? Well, let
me put it this way… if Suman was Kohli the skipper, Venki was Kumble the coach
and when it comes to turf battles, the skipper always comes out on top and the
coach stays silent biding his time to say ‘I told you so!’ when the skipper
fucks up. This group dynamics provided for great entertainment most of the
time.
Riding
that initial wave of enthusiasm Suman and Venki made all the bookings, hotels
and flights, the next day. We were to leave on the night of 9th May
and return on 14th May. We decided to split our time in Malaysia
between Kuala Lampur and Langkawi Island to get a taste of both the urban life
of the modern alpha city and the relaxed life of the beautiful little islands. The
VISA waiver programme of the Malaysian government for Indian Nationals made
planning the trip all the more easier for us. Once all the bookings were done
we moved on to the research phase. Given that we had only two days at Langkawi
and two days at Kuala Lampur, we had to make efficient use of time to experience
all that these two places had on offer. Suman was intent on skydiving but
queries to ‘Skydiving Langkawi’ didn’t prove fruitful. They were closed due to
some issue.
Being
the obsessive compulsive list maker that I am, I started the task of planning
the itinerary to the last minute… only to be reminded a couple of days later
the profoundness of what Naina said to Kabir in ‘Yej Jawaani Hain Deewani’…
“Jitna bhi try karo, kuch na kuch toh chootega hi.” There were so many things
to do in langkawi and not much time. On the other hand we didn’t know what to
do at Kuala Lampur but we had a lot of time. Thus emerged the first setback. We
took Naina’s words to our hearts and decided to make the most out the way the
trip pans out.
The
two month wait from march to 9th May was confusing. We weren’t
getting the usual pre-trip good vibes. I didn’t feel like telling people about
my first foreign trip. It was puzzling because I’m the kind of person who
cannot keep such news a secret for long. Then I reasoned that maybe it is
because of the other exciting thing happening in my life. I was going to be
engaged to a gorgeous girl in a couple of months. Maybe the excitement about
that had repressed the excitement that should have been there about the trip.
Anyways the vibes didn’t come till 9th May. When I was about to get
into the cab to go to Hyderabad Airport it struck me that I’m going to fly over
a fuckin ocean… and then just like that I was in high spirits.
Venki
and Suman are always joking around. At the airport sitting amidst people who
seemed like frequent travelers they’d talk to each other as if they’d been to
Europe a hundred times, loud enough for people to hear. They’d say bullshit
like “The roads in Kuala Lampur are not that great compared to Germany… I was there
last month for a conference… smooth like butter!”, or something like “Etihad is
the best airline… we better make some prayers… these Malaysian airplanes are
always disappearing over the ocean!”.
To be continued...
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