Blogging Boston - 9

It's raining - a lot.
It's cold - like you wouldn't believe.
It's windy - Boston is at the very outer fringe of Hurricane Noel (hee hee hee. I thought that happened a couple of weekends back.)
So Kulkarni is at home today.
Ergo, expect to see quite a few posts up.

The first one of which is about air hostesses.

Now, this is the first time fledgling Kulkarni has left the shores of his native country and gone to strange and foreign lands.
So in his experience, air hostesses are limited to the domestic variety.
You know, those unbelievable bombshells who look thoroughly unapproachable on ground?
Long legs that make lamp posts look like twigs, derrières whose sculpting was outsourced to Michaelangelo, busts that you can't take your eyes off, and faces that can launch a thousand airplanes.
Yeah, those ones. Go on, take a couple of seconds to close your eyes and do the visualizing.
Done? OK.

And so the one time that Kulkarni did fly out of his home territory, he was practically salivating at the prospect. 14 hours in an airplane with foreign maal. What's to not like?

But. Arre but.

News flash to all my brethren who are living in India and flying in the domestic version of paradise. If you think that all things phoren are better than all things domestic, and if you think that clones of Claudia Schiffer are going to be at your beck and call on international flights.
Then think again.

Because, most likely, Claudia's granny will be on that damn flight, smiling at you in a matronly manner, clucking away about what she's going to serve you for dinner.

But. Arre but.
Why would you do that? Why would you recruit your air hostesses, and that too for the long haul flights, from the Bagalwaali Aunty Aviation School? Why not from the Check That Chick Out! Aviation School?

More experience? Screw that. I don't care if my food is cold and I get the red wine with the fish.
No hot chicks abroad? Balls. Who're the people on all those videos we download from the internet then. Huh?
Cost cutting? Hmmm.

Yeah, most probably. Makes sense. The head honcho probably recruits one hottie for his office, and sends over the members of the Paleozoic Union to staff the airplanes. That's how I'd do it too.

But worry not, all you desi techies of currently morose disposition. Kulkarni the Genius has a solution.

Why not outsource desi air hostesses? Hain, hain?
I and a couple of friends I know are so willing to take on the onerous task of running that business. Interested VC's may please approach us any time of the day or night.
We're waiting.

Mallya Uncle. Listen no. Think about it. Pliss.