That was 6th of August 2007; i suddenly realized how precious time could be! Back at home, in school, college and village.. Life was never so fast. There was plenty of time with so little work. It hasn’t remained the same anymore. I hold a organizer, with my schedules planned for the next 25 days. Now that’s crazy for me though .. since i really cant say whts gonna happen the next moment, yet i hold a plan of my future! In the next couple of hours starting at 2:45 i would board on for hyd and then to kol, reaching at 6:30.
The window seats have always remained my favorite. As you have the advantage to sneak out of crazy talks and look out to all that passes by! I am lucky this time even, but i sit there beside the window seat and wonder, what if i have a wife who wants the same window seat, what if my kids would want the same place .. heheheh .. we would fight though hahahaha.. Imagine me and my wife fighting to sit at the window. After sometime i think i might let it go to her! Time has to tell.
She was beautiful, than the other crew members. The hostess! With all those sweet words .. and the gentle uniform. But with the innocence lost somewhere. Her eyes could barely trust anyone. Things and looks have made her hard. Her sweet words are so unnatural .. Its crafted to her best skill. I wonder can she ever act real.
Taking off from the ground has always been a excitement .. things start getting smaller till its a sphere with green and blue patches all over. You lie up there with ur seat belts fastened .. probably with thoughts of her fainting down .. and tend to think man .. what is it after all? What is it we are fighting for down there? What is it that am dying for? You smile, tend to become possessive, try to control, direct, dream, fight, love ... feel bad about infinitesimally small things. Does she ever think about me? Why is that she torments me since? Am i being a good son to my parents?
People look at you with strange sights "man even you are here .. are you on business... blah blah blah .." wht %age of it is real? i reallie dont know. They are the big shots..
You don’t see them anymore. The bright sun invisible at the bottom is quite clear now .. above the clouds. At such an altitude where its all white .. Amidst clouds .. where the sun rays kisses the large clouds ... i go blank! The bonds you are tied upto are no more there ... your job .. task .. profession .. hobby .. food .. its nothing ... you float within the mind .. close your eyes and would just want to eject yourself out of the shell .. and mix somewhere amongst these clouds.
The window seats have always remained my favorite. As you have the advantage to sneak out of crazy talks and look out to all that passes by! I am lucky this time even, but i sit there beside the window seat and wonder, what if i have a wife who wants the same window seat, what if my kids would want the same place .. heheheh .. we would fight though hahahaha.. Imagine me and my wife fighting to sit at the window. After sometime i think i might let it go to her! Time has to tell.
She was beautiful, than the other crew members. The hostess! With all those sweet words .. and the gentle uniform. But with the innocence lost somewhere. Her eyes could barely trust anyone. Things and looks have made her hard. Her sweet words are so unnatural .. Its crafted to her best skill. I wonder can she ever act real.
Taking off from the ground has always been a excitement .. things start getting smaller till its a sphere with green and blue patches all over. You lie up there with ur seat belts fastened .. probably with thoughts of her fainting down .. and tend to think man .. what is it after all? What is it we are fighting for down there? What is it that am dying for? You smile, tend to become possessive, try to control, direct, dream, fight, love ... feel bad about infinitesimally small things. Does she ever think about me? Why is that she torments me since? Am i being a good son to my parents?
People look at you with strange sights "man even you are here .. are you on business... blah blah blah .." wht %age of it is real? i reallie dont know. They are the big shots..
You don’t see them anymore. The bright sun invisible at the bottom is quite clear now .. above the clouds. At such an altitude where its all white .. Amidst clouds .. where the sun rays kisses the large clouds ... i go blank! The bonds you are tied upto are no more there ... your job .. task .. profession .. hobby .. food .. its nothing ... you float within the mind .. close your eyes and would just want to eject yourself out of the shell .. and mix somewhere amongst these clouds.
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Kinda reminds me of the flight I took recently from Cochin to Mumbai. :P
Very similar . except, I had ma headphones plugged in throughout the flight and the bad weather to avoid talking with them Programmed Robots.
Its amazing how they can listen to all that stuff the passengers throw at them. It was free seating on the airplane and when the flight was boarding, an air hostess got a lecture from this elderly man who, later, came and sat behind me. He had made the entire flight crew and passengers very clear about the self respect he has :\ .. Although come to think of it, who knows, All the air hostess did was offer to find him seats. He flamed. I still dun get, who was right.
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