Meditations at 40000 feet

1. Airspace, like Douglas Adams' space, is big. Mind-bogglingly big. Despite that, there is a necessity to employ thousands of gentlemen/(women?) called air traffic controllers, who show a flair for playing a version of quidditch in the sky. But why employ French ones. Bastards went on strike last week, leaving me on the ground inside a heated plane for a couple of hours. Leading to point two.

2. If you are queasy and showing it, people sharing the same row of seats are more worried than you will ever be about your situation.

3. The eastern coast of the Arabian peninsula with its large ports, cities and numerous oilwells makes for mindnumbing night-time gazing. Oil well flares in the middle east sky from 40000 feet. You can see them sucking the juice from down below and belching fire and smoke into the night sky. Mile upon mile of lighted highways feeding and being fed by these infernos.

4. They know where you live. Because you told them. Forgot the I-94 forms, even before boarding the flight to the US, you are supposed to tell them your address. I wonder whether someone is using these addresses for nighttime reading.

5. What are the chances of being assigned the same damn seat 3 out of 4 flights. 52 A...I shall not miss you. So far behind, you land in a different time zone from the pilot.

6. Why do Germans hate vegetarians? Something to do with Hitler being one? Since when did one banana qualify to become breakfast.

7. What you see below you from the windows is atleast 20 to 30 miles away.