Friday, March 27, 2009

AN EXPERIENCE IN MID-AIR!!


14000 feet.

Two bandits, Lone Defender

Bandits spot me, ………

Split…

Follow lower bandit….

Closing for kill, keeping contact with other……………….,

Glance……

FIRE light???!!

Shut down engine, press FIRE button…

Glide towards base….

Smoke reported…..

Aircraft out of control…..

Eject…..

Wait.…………………………………………endlessly……..

Blackout…..

Regained consciousness…….

Blue sky, orange parachute, 12000 feet to go?!!!!!!…….

Overwhelmed……

Silent prayers.



Photographs are representative and courtesy Google Image search. Pray no body has any objection to their use in this post.

With Inspiration from the 55er done by Ordinary Guy and Usha Pisharody. Enjoyed doing this....

A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
• Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
• A setting,
• One or more characters,
• Some conflict, and
• A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)

MARRIAGE - FACTS CAN ALSO BE HUMOROUS!!!!

I received these cute one-liners on marriage as a forward. Having been married for over 30 years now, I could still laugh out loud after reading some of these thoughts on marriage.

It appears to me that they have been coined by some irreverent men. I dare not join this gang, lest........

I enjoyed reading them. Hope you do too!!!!


-Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!

-Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.

-Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway.

-My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong, and she whole heartedly agrees with me.

-A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.

-It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.

-They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak!

-Man: Is there any way for long life?
Dr: Get married.
Man: Will it help?
Dr: No, but then the thought of long life will never come.

-Why do couples hold hands during their wedding? It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins!

-Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?
Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.

-It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged. It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered.

-There is only one perfect wife in the world, and every neighbor has it!


I disagree with the last one though; I have a perfect wife......and my wife insists that I always say so!!!!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I AM!!!!!!, ...........BUT A SMALL COG IN THE WHEEL OF EXISTENCE

This happened last week. It all started with a phone call from my boss enquiring about who was the Commandant of Air Force Academy. My course mate M was the commandant, I replied, and enquired if there was anything that I could do, or find out. No, nothing. I was reading this article about a fighter pilot who participated, ejected and was a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War, he replied. He went on to give me a brief account of what transpired with regard to that fighter pilot and the story that he had been reading. The story goes something like this…….

Many years after the war, this fighter pilot ‘A’ is back in the US and is in a coffee shop when all of a sudden this gentleman ‘B’ walks up to him and inquires if A ever served on the USS KH during the Vietnam war. ‘A’ replies: “Yes”. “Did you eject from aircraft number X during the war, was the next question. He answers “yes”, but is intrigued, and asks a return question, “but how do you know all this?” ‘B’ answers that he knows all this, because he had packed the parachute on the ejection seat on which A had ejected, and survived. This is a story most fighter pilots would instantly relate to, and so did my boss, who had ejected from an aircraft in a nearly hopeless situation, 35 feet above the ground, in a descent. He and his pupil ejected safely, and survived. After reading this story my boss wanted to find out the name of the airman who had packed the parachute, so that he could thank him for saving his life. He had ejected in 1974.

It reminded me of my own ejection on 24 Aug 1984 from a Hunter aircraft, on fire, and out of control. I ejected, and am alive and kicking today. We celebrated this safe ejection in the officer's mess, but never once did it ever occur to us to thank that man who had been responsible to pack that parachute for us, another routine, and unglamorous job, BUT so very vital for survival, for us fighter pilots. This small incident set me thinking that I too need to find out the man who saved my life on that day, and to many other unacknowledged individuals who have helped me survive ….and also who are the others, I owe my continued existence to?? Is it God??

Yes, God, this I know for sure, but does He do it by Himself, or through others?? Who are these others? His creations, I am sure about that, but they profess different thoughts and ideas than my own. Are they the ones I owe my existence to? Couldn’t be?? Or maybe? Or is it? The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that I owe my existence to the unified existence of everything that God has created, irrespective of religion or every other artificial boundaries that we egoistic, self centred humans have created to separate us from each other. This is so very vital for us to understand. Why... and why now?? India which always understood this truth intuitively, has started to show signs of letting go of this inherent fact of life that is associated with India – India is not a geographic identity, it is an idea – an idea of ‘Vasudeva Kutumbam’, where every thing is one big family, irrespective of our differences in terms of caste, creed, religion or any other divisive factors. We have much more in common as humans, than we have differences.

Looking back…. My parents brought me in to this world. Many people, many more than I can fathom or think of, helped in the process, irrespective of their affiliations..… many celebrated my birth, many gave me love, and taught me all that I know today, many more tended to me when I was sick, many people researched the medicines that helped me survive, many produced the food that I consume every day, the list seems endless…..

Do I have an individual identity or is my identity just a reflection of, or a product of, the collective wisdom of this creation of God? The more I think of this, the more I am convinced that I will cease to exist when everyone else ceases to exist. My existence convinces me that I owe it to the collective wisdom of humans – irrespective of caste, creed, religion, gender or anything else that lesser mortals try to convince me separates us, and profess to protect me from….. A la Varun Gandhi, Osama Bin Laden, or any other such misdirected individual. I AM……I am convinced, nothing more than a cog in the wheel of existence. How long can I remember this fact, is another issue though….. Life is so full of ‘maaya’. My senses help in furthering the illusion of my separate identity. In such times I always remember the prayer that was sung by the then Jaya Bhaduri in film “Guddi”…..

Hum ko mann ki shakti dena, man vijay karein……