The Guru's Diary
Friday, August 31, 2012
THE MASQUERADER
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
How Often...
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The POINTless POINTS !
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
My Sukhoi Dream
I remember precisely how some years ago, when I had first learnt about fighter aircrafts and had seen some videos on TV, I had become a fighter-maniac. My notebooks and copies had stickers of fighter planes, whom I knew by their color not their name. I remember the way I used to fold my fingers on my right hand to resemble a fighter and used to pop it out of the window of buses, cars and trains and used to imagine myself as the pilot performing crazy maneuvers. It is not the past, as even today I cannot resist myself from the temptation of doing the same whenever I have a window seat. The missiles, the bombs and the gun turret always fascinated me. And TV serials like Talespin worsened my temptations. I perfectly remember the first time I had been to an airport and had seen an Indian Airlines flight take off, and had cherished the thunderous roar it made. I imagined myself as the pilot when I was sitting on my papa’s bike and the handle bar as the throttle lever. But as I grew up, and as how I behave became so important, I gave up all finger folding and stuff that made me look immature. But my fancy never died.
And today I feel like I have realized my fancy. I can never be able to fly a fighter but atleast I could go near it, touch it, feel it and grace it. As I saw a majestic beautiful gracious Su-30 take off 200 meters from me, so many thoughts flashed through. My stickers, my drawings, the black one(now F-16), the grey one(now MiG), my folded fingers, my dad’s bike’s handle and my fancies. Then I realized how lucky I am. It was as if destiny. Getting placed into DRDO, despite the odds, the trouble during my initial joining, and a then disappointing posting into a mechanical lab and a even worse attachment to a base at my resident town ruining all plans of a paid trip to a nice new place. But all the time it was luck trying to bring me as close to my fancies as possible.
Luck got me into DRDO, as the only one out of 29 other deserving candidates and got me posted into a lab that works on engines for fighter planes. She got me attached to the most advanced wing of IAF housing over 60 Su-30s. She arranged an air-show for me on my very second day. And what more, she got me an officer who readily allowed us to sit in the cockpit and actually hold the throttle lever, the ultimate realization of my fancy. As the plane took off with a roaring thunder, I could not stop but thank God and luck for providing me with such a graceful opportunity. Not everyone gets to see a Su-30 take off and how few are fortunate enough to sit in its cockpit. Those 10 minutes when the plane showed aerobatics were like bliss for me. I was in a different world altogether. Never ever had I been so thankful to God. Never before had I been so satisfied, fulfilled and happy. As the plane pitched and rolled, tears filled my eyes. Thank you so much God; today’s been the best day of my life!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
We Did It Yet Again!
Striking another deadly blow to all those "Mr. Know-It-All"s (offences meant) who considered Odisha to be a state of drought and poverty, the Prince Dance Group has shown ultimately what hidden and precious talents my Odisha has got. Hailing from a small town of Behrampur, with no professional training or a trainer and without any funding, a group of unskilled daily laborers, all economically backward or physically challenged, performed so well in the reality show India's Got Talent aired on Colors that the whole of the country was stirred to vote them to victory, let alone we Odiyas. The meticulous choreography they used, the strict discipline they exhibited and the splendid make-up they wore, even professionals lack these at times!
Time and again the Odiya have shown their excellence in art and culture. Starting with the world-acclaimed sand artist Sudarshan Pattnaik to the lady lawyer who successfully conquered Mt. Everest, Kalpana Das and the captain of the national team of our national game, Dillip Tirkey to the chess Women International Master, Padmini Rout.(Please curse your poor GK if you dont happen to know these names, or use google and switch to a better news channel at home!), the Odiya have always kept up the name of our country worldwide.
So the next time you make any racist comment on my Odisha or we Odiya, please remember this blog-post of mine!
..Bande Utkala Janani...