When I was all of 18, I travelled across the globe; all the way from India to The United States of America. A little high school graduate gave fuel to her passion and was all set to fly.
Yes, I was in US to be trained to fly! It sounds like such a jazz, doesn’t it?
Well, it feels much more jazzy than it sounds. When I sat in the cockpit for the first time, I didn’t know what was happening. I couldn’t decide if it is the view that I should enjoy or the height that I should be terrified of.
A little voice in my head said, “Come-on this isn’t really your thing”.
The very next second, another voice replied, “Shut the f*** up, this is what you are meant for. You belong to the sky, you’ve been made to fly!”
I thank God that I heard the second voice.
Most pilots out there boast about how flying is so technical. But I think that flying is a skill, it’s an art. The more you fly, the better you get.
People ask me why I love flying? Well the answer is:
With my airplane aligned on the runway I go full throttle,
The high that I get is better than any liquor in a fancy bottle.
A gain in the airspeed, a positive attitude and the increasing altitude,
Gives me an exhilarating feeling as I flutter my wings in gratitude.
I climb through the clouds, those fluffy cotton balls,
When in thunderous rage they scream and pour down with squalls.
As I rise above the clouds and there is clear weather all around,
The serenity of the spectacle, can leave anyone astound.
With my hand on the controls, I fly through the mountains and valleys,
I trust my maps and instruments as sky has no roads, no alleys.
There is blue of the ocean beneath me and blue of the sky above,
This is the only ‘blue feeling’ that gives happiness and makes me fall in love.
The higher the altitude, the closer I feel to that infinite higher power,
And as soon as in-flight I get a little dreamy, I hear my call sign from the tower.
This phrase or quote or whatever it is, it has been a part of my life for as long as I have known. I don’t know why, but these six words happen to be my mom’s most favourite words.
Well, if I sit and think, life is exactly the way my mom puts it. It is indeed, a bubble of water.
Look at it this way, we are all somewhere in our own bubbles. Happy, sad or content; whatever mode we are in; we seem to be trapped in our own bubble.
Running the rat race, our life revolves around a concept of ‘go to office-come back home’, and before you know the bubble is ready to burst.
Instead of being so contained, why not travel beyond limits? Why not ignite our imaginary wings and fly to a land of dreams. A place where we are independent to live life, where we breathe the air that is free of shackles. Where we live and not just wait for our mere existence to conclude.
When I sit back and analyze the past years, I desperately feel like making a movie out of my life,
About the little girl I was, to the tomboyish teenager, to a passionate girlfriend and a wonderful future wife.
The movie would categorically fit all existing genres and entertain audiences of all possible sorts,
Spectators would see me transition to sarees, ballroom dresses and a lady from a stone cold girl who ones loved her shorts.
From my life as a sports lover who played basketball without caring about bruises and sun tans,
To a black belt holder who broke wooden planks and bricks and made the juniors become die-hard fans.
A girl who could sit dumb on the first bench in the class without knowing a thing,
To someone who would bunk the class with an official reason to practice a melody that the school wants her to sing.
At one moment I could surprise someone with the lamest joke in the world,
And the other moment I could ask the trickiest question out of my head and leave your brain nerves curled.
The movie will show a childhood that is cute, bubbly and humorous,
And then I will grow into a teenager who is abusive, raw and furious.
During my later teenage I will be a girl who is shy, meek and an explorer,
Early adulthood would see me rise to become a pro and a high scorer.
The story would be a tale of a weird childhood and a noisy neighbourhood,
Only to grow into a saga of pride and passion blazing with all the essence of the quintessential adulthood.
The teenager would be a girl, who would love to act, pretend and live my life like a typical tomboy,
Later a lady who is a yummy concoction of youth, mystery, romance, sorrow and is at times coy.
The story, where you will initially see me resisting love, then falling in love and eventually falling out of it,
Only to realize that love is a vicious circle and if one has been there once, will again have to fall in the pit.
At times she is even better than a chocolate covered candy heart,
And at other times spicier than the spiciest of chillies in a mart.
She isn’t boastful and proud of her possessions,
And not even over obsessed with her most obsessive obsessions.
The one who puts her soul into everything she does,
Even a pesky little imperfection makes her wanna fuss.
The one who is not a jack but a master of all traits, she is Miss Jill,
Who can come back down without hurting her head after fetching a pail of water from the hill.
It would clearly showcase me sailing through the tides of time singing my own melody,
At times dancing as a ruthless hip hopper or happily waltzing around to even shedding tears in melancholy.
Well, if you guys have gone through the ‘About me’ section of this page, you’ve probably figured out that I am a lover. Unlike mere humans there isn’t just blood that flows in my veins, romance does too.
Love my dear friends is a drug, it will make you an addict. You would feel weightless, it will lift you to heights unknown and make you fly away to a dream land.
It is a feeling that makes me feel alive, an emotion that tranquilises my senses. It is my love for life, my love for love, my love for human emotions that makes me thank God for my existence.
If you ask me if I am in love with a man, my answer would be “not yet”. But who knows, maybe at the next nook, I come across someone who sweeps me off my feet and makes me go weak in the knees.
I have dreams that don’t let me sleep,
Dreams that often make me weep.
Not dreams of a tall, dark, handsome guy,
But dreams to be free as a bird and fly.
I have dreams that want me to breakthrough,
Dreams that are often seen by a few.
My dream is to see a better tomorrow,
I dream of peace minus all the sorrow.
A dream to get over this smile I fake,
A dream to materialize all the efforts I make.
I have to transform my dreams to real,
As my dreams are no joke but a serious deal.
Dreams to shut up bragging tongues,
Dreams to scream with all the power in my lungs.
I somehow have to live my dreams,
The dreams of blooming flowers and lush greens.
The dreams that are influenced by none,
Dream to rise along with the bright sun.
And for my dreams I need no man,
Cuz in my dreams I see myself saying “I can”.