Broken wings learn to fly again

A free return ticket to anywhere in India. Courtesy two years of using Dishnet DSL. It has to be redeemed within a short time. Limited budget for study. What did I do? what did i do?

It has been a very long time since i flew. My wings were clipped about 14 years ago. In the sense that i never had to fly for a long time. As a kid, it was a thrill. So Now, no big deal, right. Wrong. It was a nice surprise. Kolkata was the destination one weekend. It felt strange. Jus watching the wheels turning as it acclerated and feeling the rush towards takeoff.
Suddenly as Chennai dropped off, I realised where computer games like Simcity, Pharoh, Mobrule and Age of Empires got the concept. It is basically the same. you have the idea and plan out the city in a specific structure to make one place most accessible to another. Of course, down there we think it is as unorganised as ever but up there it holds a different kind of beauty.

I wish it had stayed 7000 feet a lot longer. It followed the coastline though and finally u realise why Marina beach is the second longest beach in the world. at 25000 feet you wonder why the sea has different blues and why it is darker in patches, relatively small patches. Of course the answer is obvious. it is the clouds. the shadows of the clouds on the sea which was not at first evident.

At 35000 feet, you are just wondering how close together the clouds are and where were the gaps that seemed so clear when you are down there. they seem to have totally disappeared.

When the plane is at level flight. this is the time to observe the wingtip. it gives little jerks and moves up and down enough for you to know the wind and pressure out there.

the rest of the flight was nothing much except for stale airline food and good-looking stewardesses.

Kolkata was a place of amazing culture. i had a great time.
These wings were glad to fly again.

Solitude

Have u ever felt that u want to just be alone
And just feel and think...keep thinking without anybody saying "why do u look stoned"
Unlike Sumanto i don't have reason to just suddenly sit down and think. However, i have enjoyed that feeling of solitude a lot and this poem was on one of those occasions.

SOLITUDE

Solitude can be a cloak on a cold winter's day
A break from reality in every which way
Sounds you can only see, people you can hear
But in relation to them, you aren't really near
When you're driving in the cold night air
The wind blowing through your hair
Stars sparkling way beyond the road
As you head towards your special abode
Away from the strifes of the world
Forgetting all that might seem to matter
On this peace no stone can be hurled
Being alive is the only thing that really does matter
Solitude of soul is a cold shower on a hot day
Water washes thoughts like the grain through a sieve may
Soulful bliss envelopes your head
And stays with you until you go to bed.

If u ever feel a free mind

A mind swept clean of burden
Without a single thought of the world of men
Tends to be like an angel floating on high
Like a catcher in the rye
Pure joy accompanies free spirit
Not constrained by a single writ
Clarity of thought is a raft on white water
Tossed about but finally resting on still matter
Having survived an accomplishment so hard
Lies the truth that letting down your guard
Sometimes results in transparency of mind
Found only after years in the life of mankind
Pray for knowing it everyday
Even for a single minute in every way
Nothing like it exists in the world
For it is like all life's truth unfurled