The date is May 1, 2019. The time is 4:46 AM. The journey is from Bangalore to Delhi. The occasion is a friend's marriage. My company is a group of amazing friends. And I am 25 years, 4 months, 8 days old.
I wonder if I am experiencing my first flight at the right age. The age by when one has witnessed the death of a few loved ones; the age by when one has understood why the society works the way it works; the age by when one has switched sides between science and superstitions more times than one can count; the age by when one has experienced love, lust, and loss. With such baggage, does the sense of wonder still lurk around to get excited about being a part of the sky for the first time?
I search for that wonder and find it hidden amidst layers of doubts. The doubts are a gift from knowledge and experience, and they take the form of scary questions regarding the safety of the flight and other extreme possibilities.
My mind goes ahead and creates a list of favorites - favorite person, favorite landscape, favorite time of day, favorite destination. It tries to provoke me towards having a regret - of not flying for the first time with my mom, of not flying for the first time over oceans. I manage to gain the upperhand and let my mind know that all those experiences can still be had and this flight is simply about cherishing the act of flying itself.
I look outside my window. The sky is turning hopeful, shedding its black blanket. The clouds start turning up one after the other and begin to arrange themselves in the sky before the sun shines, like students seating themselves in a classroom before the entrance of the teacher. I recall my attention to myself and check if I am experiencing joy. I had always imagined myself with a wide grin the day I got to fly above the clouds. But now, as I fly above the clouds, joy is not the exact emotion I experience. Instead, there is a sense of peace - the peace one attains when one leaves behind life and becomes a part of something eternal. Like when one is surrounded by an ocean.
The clouds slowly separate and they bring into view the world below. Looking at the world from this objective viewpoint, I wonder if people who fly more adopt a more objective outlook towards people, life, and its workings. I look at the air hostess who seems ready with an answer to any sort of passenger queries and ponder upon asking her her thoughts on my hypothesis. I also hope that almost every person gets an opportunity to undergo the 'air hostess training' program at some point in their life so that they start treating other people with as much love as is possible.
As time passes, the city of Delhi comes into view and resembles a 5th standard social science project. As I look at the miniature of this majestic city, the sense of wonder starts increasing. The kid in me shows up, bringing with him a bag of 'lego set' memories. Sadly, the announcement system in the flight lets us know that we are about to land. The song changes in my music player and the buddhist 'Life of Ram' song from the film 96 starts playing. As I lose myself in the beautiful lyrics, the plane begins its descent.
Vaazha en vaazhvai vaazhave
Thaazhamal melae pogiren..
Theeraa ul ootrai theendave
Indrae ingae meelgiraen..
Indrae ingae aalgiraen..
I wonder if I am experiencing my first flight at the right age. The age by when one has witnessed the death of a few loved ones; the age by when one has understood why the society works the way it works; the age by when one has switched sides between science and superstitions more times than one can count; the age by when one has experienced love, lust, and loss. With such baggage, does the sense of wonder still lurk around to get excited about being a part of the sky for the first time?
I search for that wonder and find it hidden amidst layers of doubts. The doubts are a gift from knowledge and experience, and they take the form of scary questions regarding the safety of the flight and other extreme possibilities.
My mind goes ahead and creates a list of favorites - favorite person, favorite landscape, favorite time of day, favorite destination. It tries to provoke me towards having a regret - of not flying for the first time with my mom, of not flying for the first time over oceans. I manage to gain the upperhand and let my mind know that all those experiences can still be had and this flight is simply about cherishing the act of flying itself.
I look outside my window. The sky is turning hopeful, shedding its black blanket. The clouds start turning up one after the other and begin to arrange themselves in the sky before the sun shines, like students seating themselves in a classroom before the entrance of the teacher. I recall my attention to myself and check if I am experiencing joy. I had always imagined myself with a wide grin the day I got to fly above the clouds. But now, as I fly above the clouds, joy is not the exact emotion I experience. Instead, there is a sense of peace - the peace one attains when one leaves behind life and becomes a part of something eternal. Like when one is surrounded by an ocean.
The clouds slowly separate and they bring into view the world below. Looking at the world from this objective viewpoint, I wonder if people who fly more adopt a more objective outlook towards people, life, and its workings. I look at the air hostess who seems ready with an answer to any sort of passenger queries and ponder upon asking her her thoughts on my hypothesis. I also hope that almost every person gets an opportunity to undergo the 'air hostess training' program at some point in their life so that they start treating other people with as much love as is possible.
As time passes, the city of Delhi comes into view and resembles a 5th standard social science project. As I look at the miniature of this majestic city, the sense of wonder starts increasing. The kid in me shows up, bringing with him a bag of 'lego set' memories. Sadly, the announcement system in the flight lets us know that we are about to land. The song changes in my music player and the buddhist 'Life of Ram' song from the film 96 starts playing. As I lose myself in the beautiful lyrics, the plane begins its descent.
Vaazha en vaazhvai vaazhave
Thaazhamal melae pogiren..
Theeraa ul ootrai theendave
Indrae ingae meelgiraen..
Indrae ingae aalgiraen..
