(My) First Flight

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=KatieAnnOwens

My near ones would know this was coming; specially my sister. She insisted quite a few times that I write about the 'so-called' wonderful experience of my first ever air trip! I finally took time out to write about the first time I traveled in an airplane! ;) It was bizarre, flabbergasting, awesome. Unexpected.

I am not very afraid of heights particularly, specially when I know that nothing will happen. I have done paragliding successfully and while I launched with my pilot he said that he has not seen a glider like me who not even shouts when the glide was launching! 'Shout shout' he repeatedly said in funny German accent! The same happened with the airplane; one can easily spot first timers and all the first timers were weirdly enthusiastic and doing things not worth mentioning. I, dear reader, on the other hand, was as comfortable as a crocodile in a winter sunshine. There was just this one mistake I did out of arrogance - I was repeatedly warned to pluck my ear with cotton while the plane launches which I refused to follow. It was a very bad experience; I couldn't hear properly for days. Learn from my mistakes.

Once I took off; I was beyond amazed. Everything looked so tiny and puny; I almost fell like a Demi-God! The image above explains a lot!

Amongst the reigns of clouds I fled
Amongst the fields green and yellow
The mighty bird with its wings led
Me, to dreams of marsh and mellows

But then dreams, weather ugly or beautiful, end too soon. Once we reached Delhi, we were informed that climate in Delhi was bad and we were to divert to Jaipur for the time being. On the way we felt little turbulence and it was scarey. I was mighty pissed due to delay. Off we went to Jaipur.

Once we landed on the land of kings, the attendant started distributing sandwiches. I put my hand forward to receive one when I was duly informed that it was meant only for ladies and kids. Embarrassment. After half an hour, we left again for Delhi but I had no idea what I was up for.

Now, take it as a wise guy's advice - before you die, do tend to take an evening flight to some place. It is unbelievably beautiful. Even Shakespeare might fall short of words; that beautiful. It almost seemed like there were two skies I was sandwiched between - one above and one below. The one below was much more beautiful I must say. If only they would let me take picture from my mobile phone. Once again the flight started shaking, receiving turbulence in between and this time they were scarier. I started raining and we were caught in the middle of it. At that point of time my memory traced me back to the point while I was getting my boarding pass...

"Do you want a window seat or the side one?" the desk officer asked. I immediately and proudly said - "Window". Who knew I would be caught in a weather so bad. I can clearly see thunders striking ground and otherwise every once in a while. And every time it thundered, I skipped a bit. Lights were shut off and every damn passenger, except one, was quite as a grave; hoping to survive the turbulence. Fear does makes you quite eh? The only passenger who wasn't quite was a 2 year old baby boy; and he was crying like hell. It made matters worse.

We were flying above black clouds and every time they thundered, they would illuminate. Now as much beauty as they beheld, I was just hoping to see it on YouTube rather than live on the cost of my life. Little did I know that airplanes have an inbuilt mechanism to tackle thunders. I just sat there quietly, thinking if I would be able to keep my feet in ground again or not. A 'regular' might have known that these things are normal and no one dies out of it, but a first timer is after all a first timer. Too bad for the first experience. The worst thing is they don't let you keep you cell phone on so that you can at least inform your parents to collect your debts from your friends in case you die!

As soon as I landed, I left out a sigh and ran towards the feeder bus. I loved the IGI Airport; it was beyond beautiful. Rest of it is pretty mundane and boring. Hope you liked reading. Share and show love. Comment in about your first experience and give your inputs. I would love to hear them.

Until next time,
Adios.

Happy Holi!

Image credits goes to the original uploader @Deviantart ~ehabm

It is sometimes funny to see life complete one of its many circles. Like this other day I was being challenged by my 10 years old nephew who said will color me deep and dark before I can even reach his milky white cheeks. I also have been given an ultimatum - I am not supposed to reach our in-house play ground (where we celebrate holi) before 10. Now, he and many of you guys don't know I am a fucking veteran when the matter is of playing holi. Dirty holi! On first look I may look naive and gullible; but looks can be very deceptive mind you! That little guy is going to have a bad time tomorrow! ;)

I love colors which will be evident the moment you meet me. Needless to mention I love celebrating holi. I have seen all shades of holi - on one side hundreds of people playing holi in an open ground ready to use color, polish, paint, tea, coffee, cow dung and anything plausibly imaginable by a human brain and on other side me alone with a college novel, hogging biriyani and watching television on a holi day. You know what I learned? I learned that life may dessert you at times but that doesn't disqualify you for having celebrations. I learned that one needs the company of friends but one may be able survive even when they are not around. And most importantly, one must never, even in worst of situations, lose hopes for celebrations or bend ways of it.

आया था एक तन्हाई का लम्हा हमें गुमनाम करने;
आज हमारे अंदाज़ की मिसालें देता फिरता है|

I may sound old and rusty and cliched but it is true - Holi is not celebrated the way it used to earlier. No filth, no love, no naughtiness; just hypocrisies. People, instead of playing holi, take the responsibility of being and activist on the internet and post photos and messages that say ' do not waste water'. Where did your heart went when you took a bath with 10 buckets of hot water just because you were feeling cold? These activists are no one but some holi hating piece of junk who now have a better reason to avoid holi. It is a hearty request -  if you do not want to play holi, don't. Please do not decrease the morale of the people who actually wish to celebrate holi!

All being said, I wish you and your family a happy and joyous holi. May Lord Vishnu garner your lives with lots and lots of colors. I will meet you guys soon in another one of my blog posts. Holi Haiiii! :)

Until next time,
Adios!

Back To The Lab Again!

Image credits goes to the original uploader ~samkool at Deviantart.com

Phew! If staying away from webville was an offensive crime, I must be hanged! I have been away since 2 months from College Diaries and believe me I missed this space so much. Work. I am not making lame and cliched excuses, one thing followed the other and it led me to a heavy dose of work together. And now that I have all that almost sorted out (kinda), it becomes mandatory for me to return back to the place where I truly belong.

Life is one hell of a joy ride; and in the last two months I have seen so much ups and downs that I am virtually puking rainbows. Take my word if you will - engage. Engage in anything lest it becomes so late that the only thing you can engage in is 'regret'. I am not a very quick decision maker and every time there is a conflict in situations, I ask from my peers what to do and what not to. Most of the time, their advices go against mine and I follow them mindlessly only to regret it in the end. 'Listen everyone's, do your heart's' they say. So, at the start of this semester, when I took a shitload of work for myself everyone, including my father, advised me to just attend college and do stuff they ask me to do. My gut feeling said that I must go beyond my comfort level and off I went only to find deeper meanings and greater joys of life. It wasn't easy though mind you; there were times I was shitting bricks; literally (uaah!). But 'all's well that ends well' right? I have seen a boy or two throw away their life like that. Please save your life, don't waste it. You become a human after 80,000 turns of life cycles.

Life is a bliss now; cash flow is good and company is taking leaps and I have a new found love for programming. Remember how I always said that I can even learn Chinese but not Java; well guess that is not how it was meant to be. Instead, I find that I am a natural at coding if not gifted. Hoping to create some awesome and kickass stuff in the near future. With the suggestive powers of coding I hear about and my evil creativity, I think the world will not be safe no more. I even suggested Kamasutra app on android as the college project; my team mates refused. They said it was a bit vulgar! Guess it was a little bit out of place.
Denying Shakespeare, I have a second found love too - love for classical rock. Pink Floyd all the way baby! Weed has found newer meanings man.

Lot more to write but guess I moved beyond domain maxima. Geek, ha ha! Gues my writing has improved a bit, whatcha say fellas? Comment in! Lot of dope to come this month stay tuned! My Holi article from last year still remains pending LOL! BTW, I maid a different blog just for my poetry. Here's the link, tell me how it is. Only one poem has been posted though. Have I done the right thing? Fill in!

See you guys later, keep engaging! :)
Adios!

Happy New Year

Time flies; and it flies fast indeed. Things change pretty fast and Oh Boy! in what ways. Piyush Aswani, who once was a chubby little innocent kid, has transformed into a smart grown up; at least I try to think so. Another year, a lot has changed and a lot still remains stagnant; me being lazy hasn’t changed for sure. Sorry for being extremely late for this article. Exams and then the New Years’ Night Party and then the after parties and the after after-parties instigated a chain of sleepless nights and dizzy days to my schedule and I brought that schedule to my home too. Unless I rise up in the morning, grab a strong cup of tea and listen to some inspirational songs; writing is a far-cry for me. Literary habits such as writing are very powerful and something so powerful always comes with a condition; I have told you mine. But in the end; I still think me being lazy is the reason for getting so late in writing this article! *wink*
 

What’s funny in people is; as the New Year approaches people make plans to make the last night of the year unforgettable only to find themselves sloshed by the overdose of alcohol or loneliness the next afternoon; remembering nothing of the gone night. Humans!

I personally do not believe in making lists but that’s what you guys love right? lists of the cream events of the year that passed. For a guy with a positive outlook, I always tend to look at the brighter side. Apart from the usual fun etc. going on in life, two big things happened in my life – 1. I started my own company which is, hold your breath, in profit and 2. I found my long lost love for poetry back, and I am so excited to start a new blog in a few days; apart from that, nothing new on board. A few material things here and there but material things only excite me, nothing more than that.

Life is a roller coaster ride and every New Year is a new loop. Some are shit scared, some cry and puke etc. and some just sit quite but, there are a few who laugh and shout all along. Who are you going to be? 

Wishing a very Happy New Year to you and your family.

मैं तो राही हूँ रास्ते का, रास्ते ही मेरी पहचान हैं
कोने छानू दुनिया के, मेरा धरम है ईमान है
अकेला तू क्यूँ चलता है? क्या किसी बात से परेशान है?
चल साथ होल मेरे, अभी तो बाकी रौशनी के निशान  हैं
डरता क्यूँ है? कतराता है क्यूँ? सामने खड़ा राही भी तो इंसान है
पर सूरत से कुछ और ही बताता है, शायद ज़हन में अभिमान है
दुनिया कम देखि है शायद, अभी अक़ल से नादान है
तू कौन है मैं कौन, सब चार दिन के ही तो मेहमान हैं
यही तो जीवन का प्रमाण है, यही तो विधि का विधान है !

Christmas!

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Winter is my favorite season. I have been mentioning it since very long now. Since two days, winter is building up and today when I went out to market for as long as 10 mere minutes, I felt I wasn’t going back alive.  It is so cold out here, my bones are freezing. That’s what I love about winters actually. Because I lived in a hill station for four years, I build a sort of competitive attitude towards chill. No doubt I always lose and in the end succumb to tugging my but with lots of chicken, switch on good music, switch on the halogen heater and go deep inside my quilt. Now, in which game losing is so much fun huh?  None.

Which reminds me, it’s Christmas; Ho ho ho! Ever since I learned about Santa and Christmas, every year on the night of 24^th I would leave my socks (not stockings) outside in the balcony for Santa to leave gifts. I wasn’t greedy you see; socks are smaller than stockings. But never mind, Santa never came! Guess he is too busy with whites! :P But well jokes apart, I have stopped performing this ordeal only very recently because I thought I was too grown up now (Auto Edit: He was caught by his nephew doing that). I know, I know I have been delusional all that time. But delusion is many a times a necessary evil and a necessary evil that brings happiness. Don’t we all deserve our fare share of happiness?

My hearty wishes to every friend, reader, and stalker (Auto Edit: Yeah sure, stalker!). May Christmas brings joy to your life and gifts to mine! Merry Christmas!

My favorite Christmas songs:

Let It Snow – Dean Martin

Happy X’mas (War is Over) – John Lennon

My favorite Christmas Movies:

Bad Santa

Home Alone Christmas

A Christmas Story