Eddie uncle visits Dubai

A steady downpour of rain, a cloud cover which had put the sun out of sight, the ceiling fan crackling now and then, but still cooling the air around its rusting blades and a heavy lunch of fresh fish and a mountain of rice. Well!  What more could have Eddie uncle asked for? I know for a fact, that many of us, who usually take a trip to India for the monsoons are missing the action due to the havoc created by the pandemic.

Anyway, he was fast asleep within minutes after he lied down. Usually a power nap taker in the afternoons, today, Eddie uncle let it all go- he was a log and there were noises coming from everywhere, especially from his nostrils transporting him to some kind of wonderland and in the meantime transferring Cecelia aunty into the next bedroom far away from her snoring, potbellied husband.

“Hurry up Narsimha, I have to take that flight to Dubai today. I want to reach the airport and take the first flight out of here. I don’t want to wait in line and then travel standing”. Eddie uncle was furious at his long-time friend and driver Narsimha.

Narsimha was a veteran in his field and there were days, he had traveled to the airport at least 8 times a day. The freeway from Kundapur to Mangalore was 8 lane and took Narsimha only 45 minutes to cover the distance of 90 odd kilometers.

“Don’t worry Dhani. I will not let you take any dirty stupid local plane. Sit back and relax” Narsimha tried to calm his passenger.

“You know nowadays people traveling abroad has increased many folds. There are at least 300 flights every day which leave the Mangalore airport”. Eddie uncle gave some trivia to Narsimha.

“Yea. I know. I have at least 8 trips a week on an average to the airport”. Narsimha huffed.

Within 40 minutes Narsimha screeched in front of the Departures gate in the old crumbling building named ” Mangalore International Airport”.  Eddie uncle swiped his card on the car’s door and made the payment. Technology had seeped into lives in unimaginable ways.

“This terminal badly needs some paint” Eddie uncle was murmuring as he alit the taxi and dashed towards the entrance. There were two policemen with lathis whisking passengers into the terminal.

 As usual, Eddie uncle was trying to make small talk with the serious-looking policemen.

” You know, earlier there used to be policemen with guns at the entrance”

“We know sir. We would rather use the lathis to hit you than the butt of the rifle. My colleagues say that they weren’t trained to fire the rifles anyway. Instead of using a rifle as a lathi, we prefer using a lathi as a lathi.” One of the policemen laughed sarcastically.

Eddie uncle showed his card and entered the crowded terminal. His ears were trying to concentrate on the sound ” Dubai Dubai Dubai Dubai – direct”.

The cacophony inside the terminal was dimming his senses. ” Mumbai express, Bengaluru Bullet,  London Superexpress, Newyork- Frankfurt express.  Attendants dressed in bright uniforms were trying to woo in passengers to their respective aircraft.

“Amma, Seat undu. Bale. Non-Stop London, Bale”. A foreign conductor, speaking fluent Tulu in the perfect Tulu accent was trying to sell a seat.

Eddie uncle, who by now, knew where he had to board his flight made a dash to gate number  47. As he neared the gate, a familiar sound of the attendant shouting ” Dubai Dubai- Direct flight” greeted him and he ran towards the sweet voice.

“Are there seats?”. Eddie uncle was panting.

“Yes sir. Hop in. We were almost leaving. You are lucky”. The attendant quickly tapped on his phone and printed a receipt and handed over to Eddie uncle.

“Run and throw your handkerchief on the seat. Otherwise,you may not get what you want. Hurry”. The conductor advised Eddie uncle.

Eddie uncle quickly dashed to the waiting aircraft, hopped in flung his handkerchief at a window seat, but before his handkerchief would land on his the wishful seat, a fluffy lady threw her smaller tightly rolled handkerchief which traveled faster than Eddie uncles neatly ironed one.

“Damn. Should I have tried the other plane”, a thought ran up Eddie uncle’s mind. Anyways he entered and sat next to the lady. Finally, he was in.

“Chikku, Apple,  Kulfi , Ice candy , Ice candy… candy ,, candy candy”. There were vendors all around, inside the plane, trying to sell their chores.  A couple of eunuchs too had made it into the aircraft clapping thunderously, putting most of the gentlemen into fake sleep.

Just then, the driver’s voice boomed from the tiny speakers on top of the seat. ” Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for choosing our flight. I am Captain Sarbello Dukor from Addis Ababa. To serve you better today we have with us 2 flight attendants Nithraan Singh and Mala Parvana.  We are delighted to have you aboard. Now before we take off, I request all vendors, please get out. We are ready for takeoff.  Attention all crew- Please kick them off and don’t bother about the passengers- they aren’t our guests.”.  The last two lines weren’t supposed to be heard by the passengers. There were a couple of customers in between transactions who had to give their change away as tips and were furious.

“Hey, you. Sit down”. The beautiful flight attendant, Mala Parvana nervously, yelled at the passenger from the comforts of her seat in the alleyway.

“Typical government behavior.” Eddie thought for himself.

“Right poi” another familiar sound. The aircraft was now taxing on the runway. What a relief !

From the corner of his eye, Eddie uncle could see one more jet ready for takeoff.

“Oh my God. Not another race to Dubai. I don’t want to die today”. His prayers were not answered as he could see the blue and yellow nameplate clearly ” Dubai -Sharjah Super Express”.

The flights took off almost simultaneously. The craft carrying Eddie uncle almost reached cruising altitude, when there was a deafening sound from outside. Eddie uncle looked out through the window and the scene frightened him, out of his wits.

“Give way, you moron.  I started before you. Can’t you see, I am in a hurry. I am not a government carrier like you. Get out of my way”. The captain of the blue and yellow carrier was furious.

“Make your own way, you dumb-wit” Eddie uncle’s captain was a typical government employee always ready to show his newfound loyalty to the government.  The current PM was right, nothing ever happened in the last 70 years. All the attitude built-in and nurtured through years of irresponsibility, had suddenly been thrown out of the window, by the current regime. State-owned airplanes were giving private jets a run for their money.

“Your landing charges are paid by poor taxpayers’ money. No wonder you are in no hurry. Get out of my way now. I have taken money from my passengers and they expect good service” the yellow blue captain was yelling on top of his voice.

The chit chat went on for a while, with topics covering delayed flight, no communication to the passengers, bad food, bad seats, rude attendants, and many more. Finally, the blue and yellow jet roared past Eddie uncles’ plane in the same air corridor.

The flight attendants, dressed in bright red sarees and the stewards dressed in beige colored trousers and creamish shirts came out to serve dinner. Dinner was good, but the attitude of the attendants was pathetic. When Eddie uncle asked for more rice, the steward sternly replied ” Sir, you have only paid for a half bowl but we are still giving you one full bowl. Be happy”

“Chandranna’s staff is much caring and loving”. Eddie uncle remembered his beloved Chandranna and his small shack.

Eddie uncle just kept quiet at this insult as he was at the mercy of these morons. “Let me land once and I will never take this stupid greedy flight ever in my life”.

After eating the three and a half bites served to him, Eddie uncle dozed off to sleep and just woke up as the captain was announcing the landing formalities. As the flight was descending Eddie uncles co-passengers were already standing and trying to take out their overhead cabin bags.

Just then a flight attendant requested one of them ” Sir, the third one from left. Please give it to that girl over there. Come on, help each other”

Eddie uncle who was by now sweating asked her ” Ma’am the flight is landing and it is not advisable to stand, let alone roam around and take the luggage. Tell them something”

“Arre uncle, these people neither listen nor understand anything. It is like pouring water on a rock. Tell me which is your bag. I will ask one of them to give it to you”. She smiled and went away.

From the corner of his eye, Eddie uncle saw Anil, standing at the head of the long line with his shoulder bag tightly clung to his body ready to jump off the flight as soon as it landed.

“Anil”. shouted Eddie uncle

Anil turned back and was visibly unhappy to see Eddie uncle.

A quick thinker, Anil quickly yelled ” Uncle, come quickly, or else the line at the Passport control will be a km long”

Eddie uncle didn’t think twice and wriggled past a few wide-eyed people and joined Anil. As soon as the aircraft screeched to halt both Anil and Eddie uncle jumped out of the aircraft. Anil landed and dashed off to the sliding door, without bothering about Eddie uncle who had a heavy fall.

Anil landed and dashed off to the sliding door, without bothering about Eddie uncle who had a heavy fall.


 There was a sound from the bedroom.

“I think your uncle just fell off the bed again. I have told him a thousand times not to sleep in the afternoon. That lazy bum……” Cecilia aunty was talking to Anil who had come to visit his favorite Eddie uncle.

Eddie uncle who was suddenly shoved from fantasy to reality was still recovering from what he had dreamt about.

“Hey Anil, you were in my dream, you know. I must say, India with this kind of population explosion, coupled with shoddy infrastructure and medieval mentality will have tough problems in future”

“What happened uncle”, Anil enquired.

Eddie uncle explained to him in detail the whole episode of his futuristic travel from Kundapura to Dubai over a cup of tea, lovingly served by aunty.

Amused by the story, Anil too explained to him, his recent journey in the same government carrier which had haunted Eddie uncle in his daytime nightmare.

“God help us” Eddie uncle stared at the ceiling.

” Yes, uncle. The kind of infrastructure we are developing is substandard and our population too, is increasing by the day. More and more people are driven below the poverty line. More and more people are suffering from unemployment. Your dream was spot on. You must do something about it “

“Oh shut up. What can I do? I am in my ripe old age with one foot in the coffin. Why should I even bother about it”. Eddie uncle dismissed the issue with a wave of his hand.

“Selfish people like you also are increasing” Anil confronted Eddie uncle.

“Selfish people like you who visit India once a year and blame the system for all the mess has also increased” Eddie uncle retorted sharply.

“Chal forget uncle. Let us talk about something else. What are you doing tonight? Let us go to Kinara”

Eddie uncle accepted the impromptu invitation in his customary style “We will go to Kinara later. Ask your wife to make that amazing chicken 65 . I will be there by 7”.

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3 thoughts on “Eddie uncle visits Dubai

  1. Hi Anil,

    Enjoyed reading the ‘Hilarious’ article. Remembered the City Bus experience, what we used to have as kids and also the right message about the present confusion and misleading sadly happening in India. The most unfortunate thing is that all the ‘Educated’ and professional population is also falling into the religion trap, supporting and encouraging the mishap!

    Again, as rightly said, NRI’s go for some days of a year to India and are only to complain without having any idea of the prevailing situation and what realistically the general public is facing. This is really unfortunate, where we all need to definitely improve! A great write.

  2. Enjoyed while reading Eddie Uncle’s trip to Dubai.
    Hope Eddie Uncle reads this article and surely he will have a hearty laugh.

  3. Enjoyed d article..hope Eddie uncle enjoyed d travel in flight by sitting next to a fat lady rather than standing. How was Indian chicken 65?

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