Sunday, 13 May 2018

A330


Exactly five days after that horrific crash / disappearance of AF447 involving an Airbus A330-200, I was flying from Dubai to Kolkata on a similar aircraft. And I was nervous. “Jittery” would be a more apt description, but then there was no option; these are supposed to be modern flying machines with the latest gizmos and thingamabobs in place along with multiple backup gizmos and thingamabobs to take over if the originals failed.

We were scheduled to leave at one in the afternoon from Dubai, and true to airline’s style, all passengers were bundled into the plane by 12:45. Ten minutes later, while they were serving lemonade and the passengers fidgeting with the video controls, everything in the cabin switched off – lights, air-conditioning, videos – everything !!  The crew moved around unconcerned, while we sweated it out in the plane… the outside temperature was furnace-like… The inside was like... enough to help one understand how the chicken feels inside a pressure cooker…

After about fifteen minutes, the PA system came alive with a crackle, and the Captain calmly apologised for the discomfort, explaining that the backup generator in the plane had failed, and that the engineers were hard at work to rectify it.

The air-conditioning was restored a few minutes later, but the air-flow was feeble, to put it nicely. One irate lady passenger, very obviously an NRI (non-resident Indian, for the uninitiated) - if one were to deduce from her constant flow of English exclamations  - and living in the middle-east, judging by the amount of gold she had on her person, kind of screamed at a passing steward, “Oof, so hot !! Why don’t you on the AC stronger ?” The fellow quietly replied, “After the jet engines start up, Ma’am,” and went about his work.

Well, the jet engines did start up a good thirty minutes later, by which time I had occasion to call aside the Chief Steward and ask if something was seriously wrong. He creased his brow and smiled…. to which I remarked, “Tell us when to panic.” He said with a grin, “When you see me running towards the exit.”

The flight took off almost forty minutes late, but the Captain assured us we would reach Kolkata on time.  It was a fairly uneventful flight – except for the storm we ran into, about 800 Kms west of Kolkata, but we rapidly climbed to 42,000 feet to fly over it.

They distributed the lunch menu – it had English, Bengali and Arabic versions of what would be served. The highlight of the lunch was mutton curry cooked the traditional Bengali way, which was described in Bengali as “Bangali Mangshor Jhol.” (Literally translated, that means curry of “meat of a Bengali” – Ha ! Ha !)

There is a certain channel on the video monitors in these planes that provides details about the flight path – something I watch with great interest as a matter of habit. On this flight, however, they showed very little of the flight path and more of BBC news clips on that channel, and I did notice that quite frequently, the hand-held control of the monitor displayed the channel as “-4” instead of the usual “16”.

While disembarking from the flight at Kolkata, I asked the air-hostess at the gate why we could not see that flight path details, and she remarked casually, “I am so sorry Sir, the computer that controls that channel kept crashing today…”

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I have decided to carry a prayer book with me from now on, to help me invoke both gods and “backup gods”, to keep with the times…..They say all planes have life vests, but I think they need to keep parachutes too...
By the way, anyone knows where they sell parachutes to private individuals, that can be part of the cabin baggage ?