High above where angels roam, where birds make sky their home, through the encircling clouds it carved its way, Wings of hope and dreams taking off……………sliding off smoothly through the runway ,unaware that this was their final day…………within seconds, everything changed, as the aircraft majestically rose into the air ,trouble struck, not long after, a sudden engine failure or some other reason unknown, May Day, May Day, May Day…………..No Power…………….
No Thrust…………Going down……the last words of the pilot reverberated, but unfortunately and to everyone’s dismay the flight of hopes and dreams never reached its destination because life became cruel and brutal, the plane crash-landed traumatizing and captivating the whole nation. Life is terrifyingly fragile, is what we all had to heartbreakingly accept!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aircraft A171 had more than two hundred souls on board businessmen, students, families, foreigners returning home/workplaces. The plane cruised smoothly through the runaway without any hiccups, passengers relaxed into books, movies and dreams. But fate had other plans, the aircraft slided off a bit an unexpected descent followed by a cascading series of malfunctions. The cockpit was calm but tense pilot Sabarwal and copilot Sundar tried hard to avert any malfunction………………but destiny had its cruel hands and everything changed, in an instant, silence became sirens……screams, smoke……. Fumes…………. fire...
A balmy Thursday afternoon, the residential hostel building of BJ Medical College, the canteen which was teeming with students getting lunch, the room which was buzzing with the sound of jokes. banter between friends, students lounging around……………. little did they know that destiny would play foul…………..a typical scene of a college hostel then everything changed drastically, a bombastic, terrific blasting sound pierced into the walls of the hostel building kissing the heart of the building ruthlessly, to our dismay a visual catastrophe ,a traumatic plight unheard, unseen, everyone was left bereft ,a crash which cast a dark shadow of grief, remorse ,gloom a cauldron of misery and sighs. People running helter skelter baffled, shocked, mixed emotions as to what to do?
11 AISLE , selfied and aloof from the whole dilemma, getting entwined in the pages of history as a lone survivor, a miraculous escaper, when all on board got smeared into ashes, a rebirth, a caress of the divine………………what can we say or call it destiny overturned seat 11 A ,the 11 AISLE says it all ,………..the one who walked away from burning skies and broken wreckage and debris, one soul rise from the shattered land ,not strength alone ,not fate or chance ,a living flame, a quiet cry ……………one heartbeat pulsed beneath the flames ,a single voice left to speak from burning clouds and broken shells.
An igniting and heartbreaking reminder that our life is beautiful but it becomes brutal, and terrifying fragile, so lets break the walls of hatred and stigma, learn to love our fellow human beings ,caress their emotions, and lead our lives forward instead of carrying emotional baggages which tense and turmoil our minds, and move ahead enjoying the beauty that is life,rumours,and flash news will spread round in seconds but let the truth be scooped out as to what really took place and led to this great tragedy which left the nation bereft and shocked.In the wake of this heartbreaking tragedy ,as we grieve the lives lost in the plane crash,let us pause not only in silence but in deep reflection.in a matter of seconds families are broken,dreams are shattered,the nation looses voices that can never be heard,but amidst all this there is a call a quiet ,urgent whisper to humanity.Let us not wait for tragedt to show compassion,love more openly,forgive more quickly,and live more fully.
May this loss inspire us to value every soul,to those we have lost may your memories be eternal,to the living may your hearts be kinder,your bonds be stronger and your purpose clearer.
11 AISLE WALKS THE WORLD NOT QUITE THE SAME, EACH SUNRISE WHISPERS EVERY NAME, HE SPEAKS FOR THOSE WHO CAN’T RETURN, A VOICE OF GRIEF, A FLAME THAT BURNS, A LIVING ECHO, LOUD AND TRUE,
HE MADE IT OUT, HE LIVES FOR YOU
NATION BOWS IN RESPECT AND SALUTES YOU , CARESSED BY THE DIVINE!!!!!!!!!!
 | Usha Dileep |