Panic attack

How long is sixteen hours?

Any attempts at numerical conversions into minutes/ seconds are thanked, but not thanked.

Sixteen hours can be effectively summarized as –

Sleep + Enchanted with lots of Fast Forward + Bourne Ultimatum + Sleep + Football Highlights + Rush Hour 3 + a long wait for the Loo line with random flirting with airhostesses who go by generic names like Donna and Jackie (Can I have a muffin? Can you butter my muffin? Which beer would you recommend?) + Juno + License to Wed.

This, however doesn’t include the part where your In-Flight Entertainment suddenly decides to hang while you’re fast forwarding the soporific parts of Enchanted. With >14 more hours to go, 16 hours suddenly seems like –

A lecture of CH101 + Dravid embarking on one of his marathon innings + A Bengali art film + A Sonia Gandhi speech + A Rituporno Ghose movie with Dravid and Sonia Gandhi explaining the isomorphism of nitrobenzene …

Basically-  horror, boredom, horror over the prospect of further uninterrupted boredom; all eventually leading to total panic. The presence of an extra large squirming lady in the seat next to you effectively kills your last resort – a nice little book, or maybe a few nice little books. Full blown panic sets in.

Thankfully, the system decides to unhang itself, sanity is restored and sixteen hours seem to just (excuse the pun) fly by.

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First impressions of NY – Everything is so larger than life, be it Time Square, the skyscrapers, the highways, everything. And it all reminds me of Mumbai in a very weird way. If it wasn’t for the chilly winds, things would had been just perfect right now 🙂