Friday, May 21, 2010

Crash

The Art of Dying came to me whenever my flight landed in Mangalore...my home town, my birth place, the place where my memories are, the place where my heart belongs.

You see, Mangalore airport is located on a hill top which has been flattened to accommodate a runway , and therefore it has a shorter than usual runway, almost 1/4th shorter.

A pilot once told me that the shorter runway on top of the hill made it some what tricky to land. 

You could always  feel the added violence whenever a plane landed in Mangalore.

The deceleration was harsher, the brakes were more jarring and the tires screeched louder than in other places.

At these times, I used to wonder what it would mean if the plane crashed and if we all died.

Would I be ready to leave everything behind? 

In a world of uncertainty...am I still clinging on to things that I have no control over?




And It finally happened.
Although not to me...

and I feel sad.

My heart feels heavy even though the loss is not mine.

1 comment:

  1. I almost was a crash related casualty today morning.

    I went out to get the morning newspaper, and as I was reading the newspaper (while walking) I crashed into a signpost.

    "Man Crashed into a signpost while reading the news about the plane crash:This is not so much of a tragedy than it is a comedy!"

    That would be my headlines...apart from getting laughed at by a bunch of (heartless) strangers.
    :(

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