I felt this today morning as I hopped onto my bike to come to office.
While I was accelerating on my bike on a visibly clean road I felt the same sound, same gush of air and a similar experience as i did 3 years ago.
3 years ago, almost about this time I was taking my first ever flight to Paris. This I've not mentioned any where but the feeling of the first flight was an experience I wanted to mention somewhere.
As I sat in my seat and the flight started moving, I prayed to god for a safe flight. And here I am unknown to the experience unknown to the drama, unknown to many others in the flight while being unknown to himself, about to experience a story, so routine for everyone else but for him.
As I was trying to catch every glimpse of the little things I see outside, dark, mysterious and ambiguous on my camera than a lady patted on my shoulder asking me to switch my camera off which I did very politely at that instant. But knowing the Indian in me I would turn it back on just moments later.
Imagine, who would want to let their first flight experience go uncaptured when you know it can be done.
The flight began to make unnecessary rounds on the run way (unnecessary at least I thought so), while I could only distinguish the lights on the runway which were screaming to be noticed. The captain switched the cabin lights off now, and all of a sudden the flight came to an abrupt halt. I had a feeling at this moment
that something different, apart from the last few mins was about to happen. It was that sound of the turbine engines of the Airbus-A330 that confirmed my speculation and the engines were now running at full speed (or at least they seemed to run faster than ever before). There was a gush of air surrounding the turbine
which made a unique sound, which I could relate to me being on my bike in the morning. There was the final thrust of the engine and brakes were released only for me to be pushed back onto my seat with great force, brute force it was. Such a force I had not experienced anywhere before. It was the like the force of a downhill roller coaster ride, with no bounds attached ,which will push your backs to the seats with no mercy. There was a significant shift of the cabin pressure when speeds close to 1000 kph aided the flight to get off the ground.
I was flying, well literally.
And it was a such a similar experience this morning, while I was reliving these moments than the next speed breaker interrupted my thoughts only for me to remind myself that I am grounded :)
Thanks for reading !
While I was accelerating on my bike on a visibly clean road I felt the same sound, same gush of air and a similar experience as i did 3 years ago.
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| Although it didn't look this good from the inside. Never mind posting it! |
3 years ago, almost about this time I was taking my first ever flight to Paris. This I've not mentioned any where but the feeling of the first flight was an experience I wanted to mention somewhere.
As I sat in my seat and the flight started moving, I prayed to god for a safe flight. And here I am unknown to the experience unknown to the drama, unknown to many others in the flight while being unknown to himself, about to experience a story, so routine for everyone else but for him.
As I was trying to catch every glimpse of the little things I see outside, dark, mysterious and ambiguous on my camera than a lady patted on my shoulder asking me to switch my camera off which I did very politely at that instant. But knowing the Indian in me I would turn it back on just moments later.
Imagine, who would want to let their first flight experience go uncaptured when you know it can be done.
The flight began to make unnecessary rounds on the run way (unnecessary at least I thought so), while I could only distinguish the lights on the runway which were screaming to be noticed. The captain switched the cabin lights off now, and all of a sudden the flight came to an abrupt halt. I had a feeling at this moment
that something different, apart from the last few mins was about to happen. It was that sound of the turbine engines of the Airbus-A330 that confirmed my speculation and the engines were now running at full speed (or at least they seemed to run faster than ever before). There was a gush of air surrounding the turbine
which made a unique sound, which I could relate to me being on my bike in the morning. There was the final thrust of the engine and brakes were released only for me to be pushed back onto my seat with great force, brute force it was. Such a force I had not experienced anywhere before. It was the like the force of a downhill roller coaster ride, with no bounds attached ,which will push your backs to the seats with no mercy. There was a significant shift of the cabin pressure when speeds close to 1000 kph aided the flight to get off the ground.
I was flying, well literally.
And it was a such a similar experience this morning, while I was reliving these moments than the next speed breaker interrupted my thoughts only for me to remind myself that I am grounded :)
Thanks for reading !
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