When was the last time you did something for the first time!

October 26, 2008: Ate at Ikea, alone!

May Day

Tower: rough weather expected ahead
Captain: copy rough weather. experiencing turbulence

Tower: maintain level heading, will pass, keep steady, have faith
Captain: crosswind strong, rudder malfunction, loosing power

Tower: maintain level, nose up flyer, youre losing altitude
Captain: May Day! May Day! ^*%$(@*

End of transmission............ silence...............stars...................life.....................death........!?!

The city of DJINNS

Bruised or Battered; but not dead. Its immortal, the spirits keep it alive, this city of Djinns.

The spirit of mahabharat, the tomar & chauhans, mamluks, lodhis, khiljis, tughlaqs, sayyids, mughals, marathas, sikhs, british and the freedom fighters gives character to this city. Quiet some character!

Be it Ahmed Shah Abdali, Mohammed Ghori, Timur Lane, Nadir Shah, Lashkar-e-Taiba or the Indian Mujahideen. The city rises to newer heights. It becomes New again, yet again.

New Delhi: the city of DJINNS

As they say, the spirits always rule...

The empty right seat

I am sitting on my seat, engines on full throttle, clearance to take off but suddenly I see the empty right seat! Where is my first officer?

Gone. Why? Fear of taking off into the unknown? Lack of trust in the captain? Whatever it may be, I have to abort the takeoff. Calm the roaring engines, pacify the angry travellers, face the music, all alone.

But, is it worth it? Should I just go alone, spread my wings. The wings that have been dying to stretch and flex. Should I let my engines let loose, let them wildly announce to the world that I am leaving irrespective.

Time is less and I have to decide. To roll down the runway and be the high flier or taxi back to the hangar and be the 'backless', 'spineless' wanna be high flier. The choice is mine.

16th December, 1980

A flier was born. With no wings but a heart that yearns to be in the sky. To head for the horizon. To touch the crimson lines sandwiched between the deep blue sky and the deep blue ocean. To give no regard to boundaries, borders, laws and rules. To be over the clouds...

But then not all can fly, at least on will. So here I am, a well grounded chap, whose heart thrills on seeing a plane take off, envying the captian on whose commands the metal bird pierces the air, and gets where it belongs; In open skies, leaving a contrail of dreams that I just wish would come true one day....