Words by VK

Letter by Jet airways pilot who crash landed in Goa If he's alive nail him, if he's dead blame him ! (Written based on 9W at VOGO on 27/12 Aviation is a strange profession ! I love it to death but the strange part is, if I meet my end in my line of work it's most likely that I'll be blamed. I'll be blamed long before any proof is brought forward, I'll be blamed by the media, I'll be blamed by people, I'll be blamed by the passengers if they survive. In a week the Data recorders will be analysed and then maybe they'll find that it's not my fault ! That I fought for hope amidst hopelessness till my dying breath. Sadly that won't make as good a headline as "pilot error", "pilot veers off runway when aligning for takeoff". In fact it was nothing to do with aligning that brought this ill fated crew to a halt just short the peripheral wall at Dabolim this morning. How I wish I could explain concepts of asymmetric th...

You are non confrontational. You hate conflict. They know you will never address an issue even if it bothers you. You cannot refuse people. You just cannot  say no . It kills you to decline requests. They know they can keep asking you for undue favors and you will always oblige. You’re usually the one with no opinion. If you’re always ‘okay’ with any plan, if you rarely voice your wishes or dislikes, it is understandable why people take you for granted. You are always seeking approval for your actions. You send out a message that you cannot function without people’s opinions and that’s exactly when people start to feel that they can control you. You’re indecisive. You can never make up your mind about anything. And the moment you show the world you don’t know what you want, they start taking you for a ride. You’re never the one to raise his voice against things you don’t approve of. People know you’re too shy (read scared) to stand up even for yourself and that gives ...

There is this pain it hurts so bad it always appears when I am so sad No matter what I try it won't go away it's in my heart where it will always stay It appeared the day you left this world and I was no longer your little boy anymore forced to grow up with you not there to make things easy that I couldn't bear I search for you every day if I'm sick, sad, or just have something to say. I'm jealous of every guy, Those who still have their mothers I tell them to appreciate what they have, because after they are gone, there simply is no others. I have this pain that won't go away, it makes me mad that you couldn't stay No matter many years go by there's still one time of day that I do cry, I miss you dearly and this is true, My pain will not heal until I'm with you

There are two types of riders, those who carry in their blood the need to fly for the same reasons that they need to sleep, eat or breathe, and those that do only the task, obligation or have no other alternative. The latter usually arrive to the profession by accident or otherwise unplanned. The first often has uneasiness from small, when they saw the planes something remarkable, mystical, sublime, perhaps many of these started from small building models of airplanes, or accumulating photos and posters, or any other collection with air grounds. Knew the specifications and data from any plane in great detail. When they grow up and are lucky enough to realize his childhood dream, fully enjoy their work and feel the luckiest men on the planet. Pilots are a class apart from humans, they abandon all worldly to purify his spirit in the sky, and only come back to earth after receiving communication from the infinite. This group knows the difference between fly to survive and survive to fly...

खिलोनो की दुकान से दूर हाथों मे कुछ सिक्के गिनते मैने उसे देखा, एक अनाथ बचे की आँखों मे मैने बचपन को मरते देखा थी चाह उसे भी नये कपड़े पहनने की पर उन्ही पुराने कपड़ो को मैने उसे सॉफ करते देखा तुमने देखा कभी चाँद पे बैठा पानी मैने उसके रुखसार पे बैठे देखा . हम करते हैं सदा अपने गमो की नुमाइश उसे मैने गमो मे मुस्कुराते देखा नही थे मा बाप उसके उसे मा का प्यार ओर पिता के हाथों की कमी महसूस करते देखा. जब किसी ने पूछा “बचे क्या चाहिए तुम्हे” तो उसे चुप छाप मुस्कुरकर ना मे सर हिलाते देखा थी वो उमर बहोत छोटी अभी पर उसके अंदर मैने ज़मीर को पलते देखा रात को सारे शहर की चमक मे मैने उसे हस्ते हुए बेबस चेरे को देखा उड़ते हुए हवाई जहाज़ो मे मैने उसके एक सपने को पलते देखा कोई मनाता है जशन कोई रहता है तरसता मैने वो देखा जो किसी ने नही देखा अपने जैसे कुछ ओर बच्चो मे मैने उसे ज़िंदगी जीते देखा जम्मू की उन राहों मे मैने उसे बिना दिल के शान से जीते देखा शान से जीते देखा

Look up to the sky Now tell me what you see The Moon , Sun or the Plane Many answers there will be When I look up to the Sky I'll tell you what I see I see my Mother and See looking back to me.....

माँ तेरा रिश्ता बच्चे से सबसे अनोखा होता है एक तेरे आँचल में सपने संजोता है और कंही कोई तेरे आँचल के बिना ही सोता है कोई ऐसा भी होता है कोई तेरे साथ खुशियों को पाता है कोई तेरे बिना अपनी नन्ही आशाएं खोता है कोई तेरी गोद में चैन से सोता है कोई उस गोद के लिए रोता है  जिसके पास माँ नहीं उस से पूछो कैसा महसूस होता है वो तो बस माँ पाने की दुआ करके सोता है सब होते है उसके जिसपे माँ तेरा हाथ होता है कोई बस तेरे बिना माँ एक अनाथ होता है कोई ऐसा भी होता है