On the art of flying

Rule 1

NEVER expect to be seated beside a good looking woman.

Rule 2

NEVER violate Rule 1.

Rule 3

If you happen to be hopeful and violate Rule 1, give yourself a knock on your head and follow rule 1.

Some observations...

Disclaimer: these are purely my opinions and observations..they need not necessarily be correct

Recycled air in the aircraft sucks.

I think air stewards/ stewardesses are pretty pissed off, but just put a smiling face. If you observe carefully, there is a "How dumb can you get" look almost always when the aircraft ascends/ descends.

I always wanted to know the real reason for the small hole in the window of the plane. Now that I know, I'm glad I guessed it right. And then I smiled and looked at the air hostess. And she gave me the "how dumb can you get" look. IGNORE :)

Coffee at the airport always sucks. Yup, it quite literally sucks all your interest in having coffee again.

There is always a 'desi' pretending to be an American and will invariably NEVER acknowledge you...more so in the airport.

The ground crew always look at the pilot with the "Come on man!...you know better than that" look.

Somehow, the body language of people working on a laptop in an airport suggests they WANT US to 'see' that they DON'T WANT us to see them...remember..they are working very hard! in an airport!!

Moms aren't really bothered about the behavior of their kids....they really aren't bothered!! if it were up to them they would also join their kids in kicking the back of the seat :|

Dressing sense of Indian men on flights SUCKS (couldn't find a bigger font).

I can never read a book on flight...I simply haven't been able to read a book for more than 20 pages.

Do the pilots automate their voices for regular announcements?

Till date...I HAVE ALWAYS sat near the wings.

My closest encounter to breaking rule 1 was on my first trip outside India on a flight to Paris. But Rule 1 has its own mysterious ways...a beautiful woman was to sit beside me...she comes and asks me if I could change my seat...and where am I seated? in the center seat of the middle column...beside a woman and her 2 children!!

Remember Rule 1 has its mysterious ways!! If u mess with it...it'll spank you and say "Ayee! Respect my authoritaah!"

Cheers

My genetic program

Am I genetically programmed to be lazy... or am I genetically programmed to live life on my own terms?.. I cannot say.

I think I am genetically programmed to learn....never for a profitable cause...but do I? No!... I also live to fulfill other's expectation of me.
I think I am genetically programmed to speak my mind...always...but do I?...No! I fear being misunderstood.
I think I am genetically programmed to be carefree...but am I? No!.. I am conscious about by behavior.
I think I am genetically programmed to be fun loving...am I? Do I allow myself to be so? mostly yes..but I don't think it's always so.
I think I am genetically programmed to feel strongly about making a difference to my society..have I? No!...One day I will.

After all this time..., I lead a life where I still consciously or otherwise do not know what I am genetically programmed to do...or do I? I do not know if I have the guts to always follow my intuition!

There is nothing that gratifies us more than the feeling of knowing what exactly we are genetically programmed to do and follow it.

Cheers
Brijesh

Nightmares

Ahh, the pain! it hurts so much so that it translates to nightmares
Like an adult telling a child its allright
I talk myself to sleep every other night.
I wake up every morning owing to myself
today its going to get better, its going to be different.
But alas! this pain doesn't go,
it has lingered too long, may be a little too long
that the day it vanishes, I will feel both extreme happiness and a void.
I fear it will become a part of me,
I hate this pain, but in retrospect it is also good
For it is pure, it shows me for who I really am
I feel helpless before it as I am unaware of its depth
But this pain! it hurts the more I know.

Belief

Generally, we believe in the 'impossibility' of something happening. When someone dares to dream and talk in a different plane altogether, some deride him, some praise his/ her thoughts but invariably almost everyone fails to see what the other person sees. When that person achieves something he/she has been dreaming about, suddenly everyone sees him/her as a great person.

Is the other person really great or is it just that we lack belief?.... I'd say we lack belief. 

If we dont believe in the existence of possibilities and work towards achieving them, we will never make a difference to this world. We will just be people who closed our eyes and looked at the world from someone else's perspective. And unknowingly, we would have lived a blind life by the time of our death.

~Brijesh

Random quotes

Stay strong but not rigid

Stay flexible but not gullible

~ Brijesh

27th year of my life

By far...this has been the worst year of my life by many accounts.Largely I haven't been myself. Honestly I shudder to even think about it, but again I'm happy it has passed and left me with a better insight into my personality. Now, I have to get back to being ME. But honestly, its because of this 27th year, I have matured as a person. I know how not to be from my experiences.

So, when I am 27, I would have dealt with many of the things I wouldn't have liked to address otherwise. So, I guess I can safely say one of my worst years (or perhaps the worst) is behind me and things can get better from here. How good it gets is almost entirely in my hands. So here I am, on the 24th saying 27 cheers to the 28th year of my life about to start on the 26th :)

~Kashyap

The story of the 1/- Re coin

I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't realize that the book in my hand had slipped..when I did, I went searching for it in the market...couldn't find it anywhere..then....2 kids who seemed younger to me, came and gave me the book...they asked for Re 1/-...so i unwillingly gave them the rupee I had saved for "chikki" (groundnut jaggery sweet or whatever..we used to get 4 for Re1/-)...i felt like kicking myself in the nuts ( and honestly I was a little happy that it was practically not possible)..such was my rage and repentance...then i hear the 2 kids running towards me..and...they give me back my Re 1/-...i couldn't believe it..I could see a certain pride in their faces..it was like they had this air or superiority for showing some compassion towards me..but there was a lot of honest intent involved...i forgot about all the repentance in about 10 seconds after telling myself to be careful...so then... I went to school..bought 4 chikkies and shared them with friends...and in the end it turned out I didn't get to eat even half of one chikki...

I realized that 1/- Re wasn't meant to be mine afterall..but its memory lingers...its not a sweet memory...not something that taught me to be careful and I refer to it now when I ought to be careful...its just simply a memory...its a part of my childhood I just seem to remember...but strangely...it always makes me happy when I think about it :)

p.s. I even have a visual emeory of the entire morning and the 1/- Re coin :)

Cheers

Kashyap