Posting this from Hyderabad. Reached here.. that too safely. Journey was anything but uneventful. Heres the full story :

They booked me on flight to Hyderabad. Air Deccan is popularly known as poor mans airways.. or flying coffins. The roumer is they use all phased out planes to cut the costs. I boarded the plane on time. The plane was a small propellar driven 24-seater. It backed off and started on the runway and suddenly it came to a stop. As there was no onboard crew (another cost-cutting thing), we dint know what was happening. We were stuck there for more than half hour and we dint have a clue. Brain started doing over time and the fact that couple of Arabic speaking passengers were onboard, dint help the poor little creature. There was a (pretty cute looking.. i must say) air hostess on the flight. Even she dint know what was happening. Finally the pilot (I am assuming he was the pilot since he came out of the cockpit) said that the propellar (right one) is not working properly. So we got off the plane and passangers were pretty agressive by that time. Some of them asked for their money, got it and went home. Some of us, who were brave and who dint care about their life, boarded on the SAME plane after half an hour. It was almust funny and I was laughing and making wise-cracks about the situation till that time. All I could think of at that time was "This will be a great story for my blog!".

But when we started on the runway again fear came down upon me in a flash. IS IT WORTH IT? WORTH MY LIFE? That was the question on my mind as I was wiping the sweat off the brows. Throughout the flight each one of the passangers had their fingers crossed. When we landed at the Hyderabad Airport everyone clapped. Seems funny now but we were really scared :)