The Airhostess
My name is Vineeta.
I am 43 years old.
I am, an airhostess.
I've worked with indian airlines(now indian) for the past 20 years, starting as a fresh off the block grad with looks attractive enugh to be hired as an airhostess, and since, working my way up to be the chief airhostess amongst the lot.
I am responsible for the overall work load efficieny of the complete duration of the flight, in short, the chief of services in an airplane. I greet people when they enter the plane, I look after their well being throughout the flight and ofcourse, comfort them in the best means possible. Yes, im content with my job.
But, somehow i feel im not welcome on the flight, ever. It was all different till around 5 years back, I used to date my pilots(i hardly had the same guy twice) and all the other pretty groundstaff around..Every single passenger came up to me to guide them to their seats, even the regular ones..I had fun..But not any more..
Today when people come in, they give me 'the look'(auntie, wat r U doin here!)..I dont really pay more attention than required on them(i dont say i ignore them completely), but its just that their eyes say it all and their penetrating looks sink me. Some thoughts i've been able to perfectly decrypt..
- Its a govt airline, Wat was i expeting?!!
- 6K and this wat they give me up front!!
- Oh, plz tell me shez gonna get off before the plane starts.
- My mom as an airhostess!! ya rite..
- Imagine the odds..
- My wife is prettier, im gonna give u tht!..
- christ!!
- Why god, why!!
This is what tourists from other nations have to say,
- India, never learns!!
- I shud've flown kingfisher, hope therez still time to change for the return flight.
- christ!!
- Why god, why!!
I know the looks they give me behind my back when i serve them, always. Some wise crack always passes some comment which ppl find rather amusing, but which hits me with much greater force than even the g forces acting on me, combined.
People, this is a job. One has to be good at being an airhostess to survive for this long in this industry. I am a good airhostess. I am as good as the passengers on my plane. The air hostess tag is not an 'added attraction' coupon that goes with buying the ticket. You are my guest, i am your host. Therez nothing more to it. There never was. I dont believe you pay to watch failed 'models on the ramp' changing lanes and making it big here. Go to your bars n clubs and see those fuckin sluts bare-it-all. And mothefuckas please, stop staring at our chests when we pick up your plates. you disgust us.
I have kids. I have a husband. I never put on mascara at home. But, i do that for you. I dont wake up at 3am for no reason at all. Only so that you may feel good. But, you kill me as soon as you enter through that door. I die a thousand deaths every week, for appareantly no fault of mine.
The flight ends. I stand right there at the exit wishing u a happy day. And you, you avoid a mere eye contact!
I'm sorry if i disappoint you and spoil ur plans(if thr were any, n u had the guts to execute them). the next time u come, u'll again find me. I'll give u another chance, will wish u again(half expecting the same unaltered reaction), but I'll do it. Its my job. Atleast one of us is doing his\her duty expectantly. Have a good day sir.
My name is Vineeta.
I am 43 years old.
I am, an airhostess.
I've worked with indian airlines(now indian) for the past 20 years, starting as a fresh off the block grad with looks attractive enugh to be hired as an airhostess, and since, working my way up to be the chief airhostess amongst the lot.
I am responsible for the overall work load efficieny of the complete duration of the flight, in short, the chief of services in an airplane. I greet people when they enter the plane, I look after their well being throughout the flight and ofcourse, comfort them in the best means possible. Yes, im content with my job.
But, somehow i feel im not welcome on the flight, ever. It was all different till around 5 years back, I used to date my pilots(i hardly had the same guy twice) and all the other pretty groundstaff around..Every single passenger came up to me to guide them to their seats, even the regular ones..I had fun..But not any more..
Today when people come in, they give me 'the look'(auntie, wat r U doin here!)..I dont really pay more attention than required on them(i dont say i ignore them completely), but its just that their eyes say it all and their penetrating looks sink me. Some thoughts i've been able to perfectly decrypt..
- Its a govt airline, Wat was i expeting?!!
- 6K and this wat they give me up front!!
- Oh, plz tell me shez gonna get off before the plane starts.
- My mom as an airhostess!! ya rite..
- Imagine the odds..
- My wife is prettier, im gonna give u tht!..
- christ!!
- Why god, why!!
This is what tourists from other nations have to say,
- India, never learns!!
- I shud've flown kingfisher, hope therez still time to change for the return flight.
- christ!!
- Why god, why!!
I know the looks they give me behind my back when i serve them, always. Some wise crack always passes some comment which ppl find rather amusing, but which hits me with much greater force than even the g forces acting on me, combined.
People, this is a job. One has to be good at being an airhostess to survive for this long in this industry. I am a good airhostess. I am as good as the passengers on my plane. The air hostess tag is not an 'added attraction' coupon that goes with buying the ticket. You are my guest, i am your host. Therez nothing more to it. There never was. I dont believe you pay to watch failed 'models on the ramp' changing lanes and making it big here. Go to your bars n clubs and see those fuckin sluts bare-it-all. And mothefuckas please, stop staring at our chests when we pick up your plates. you disgust us.
I have kids. I have a husband. I never put on mascara at home. But, i do that for you. I dont wake up at 3am for no reason at all. Only so that you may feel good. But, you kill me as soon as you enter through that door. I die a thousand deaths every week, for appareantly no fault of mine.
The flight ends. I stand right there at the exit wishing u a happy day. And you, you avoid a mere eye contact!
I'm sorry if i disappoint you and spoil ur plans(if thr were any, n u had the guts to execute them). the next time u come, u'll again find me. I'll give u another chance, will wish u again(half expecting the same unaltered reaction), but I'll do it. Its my job. Atleast one of us is doing his\her duty expectantly. Have a good day sir.
posted by 'Yours truly', at 12:54 PM
1 Comments:
Do you really mean that? Probably only in your mind the hostess have to be a model. I tink most of the thoughts and conversations of so called tourists are fictional and just in your or in this hostess mind. Everyone gets older and loses his shape. But when you loose your selfconfidence end self respect then you build your depression yourself.
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