I, Sonali Kauvva, write this in agony. Today's Honorable High Court of Delhi has ruled against me and 4 of my colleagues and threw our combined ONE TON weight out of their court. Our plaint was simple. We had joined RaniPakad Air to fly and flirt with balding men and drooling juveniles. We wanted to serve them Koffi laced with our frothy spit since our catering supplier skimped on cream for Koffi. The juveniles added their drool and the baldies were blind to see what we were doing since they ogled on our 3-tyred waists with the unabashedglee of lil schoolboys. Oh! what fun we had as we jab-dropped plastic forks onto their laps and watched them writhingly ask for more in flight after flight. Our employer liked it although the Captains grumbled because the planes were drinking way too much fuel and their profit-take reduced whenever we boarded their flights.
Are you laughing? It will be your turn next. Just you wait. Ha!!
Admittedly, the planes took longer take-off runs since our competitors, the plane's tyres were reluctant to leave home. The accountants did not love us as their ink was always in red. Our employer did not mind because he simply had more of us to love and explore. He always referred to us as the Jumbo-girls and made sure that we were on his flight to serve him. And because of this, no, all the other girls felt jealous. We always told them, it doesnt matter if you just have a pretty face. Those skins and bones should have meat between them. Only then our regular customers would come back and "feel" for us no? So what if the plane drank a few 100 kilolitres of fuel? The regular fliers always filled the flight and also checked-in immediately as we rolled down the waiting halls of the airport.
Aiyyo!! I tell you, what all things we saw during our brief time when we flew. Once, there was this honeymooning couple that had boarded our business class. That poor skin n bones was wrapped in yards of Benares Silk and that poor, poor groom baby was slipping and slithering all over the saree unable to hold on to anything. Ha! As if anything was there. So I asked my colleague Divya to go and serve him some koffi. Boy! you should have been there to see his relief. He didnt need a seat belt, since one of Divya's waist-tyres was enough. He was beaming right through the 25 minute flight. Yes, you got it right the airline stopped sending us on long-haul flights after we tipped the scales at 1 ton, combined. So sweet of them no? Since we also didnt like to roll our way around the aisles for 2 hours and all. And most importantly then our waist-tyres would disappear no?

