So the homeward bound journey that I have now will comprise of three flights, once again but unlike the previous time that I flew to Seattle, this time around I will have to travel with the spin of the earth, and end up losing a day in the process once I cross the international date line, and be in flight / at an airport for more than 36 hours. By the time I land, I will definitely be a mental wreck of sorts, but then again, the prospect of eating some home food and meeting those that I badly want to meet is just so inviting that I would walk a considerable distance to make that happen.
However, this ramble is not so much centered around the joys of coming back home, something I have experienced on two previous occasions, but about the possible dangers of flying and how one should deal with it, should the circumstances arise accordingly.
Imagine that on the plane, something goes wrong and as a result, one ends up in a position where death by crashing is inevitable. (Its ironic that I am typing this out after two flights from Seattle to Tokyo to Singapore, with one more on the anvil on our very own Air India to Bangalore, almost eight hours later). In the last few moments that one would invaribly end up spending on the flight, it would be horrible, nay, deplorable to hear the anguish filled screams of other passengers.
Surely, listening to the horrendous sounds of someone screeching banshee-like is not the last sound you’d want to hear. Should I be in a similar situation, I propose to shout out “Superman” loudly, so that in case he does exist, he would then be able to pull one stunning save and rescue the plane from crashing.
Realistically, that will not happen, but one gets to go with some prospect of hope and with something to look forward to, regardless!
