i dread flying... everytime i enter that flight, first thoughts are my prayer to the lord. hoping this wont be my last flight. there is something about the swiftness and sureness of death, the last few minutes of shit in your pants horror that i imagine and associate with the fatal air accidents. i have spent many moments close enough in some rickety and vulenrable looking aircrafts in some really bad weather days.
then i see so many other people in the flight and try to console myself thiking that here are about 50-100 ( as per the size of the flight) people in this flight and definitely these many people wouldnt be unlucky at the same instant to share this flight of death ( if it was so and hope gods are not that unkind always... though there have been enough examples of this). so all my flights are hours full of agony mostly. Every turbulence is seems like one step closer to my maker ( if the makers of this aircraft lef some details untouched or if one of the million screws and nuts in this contraption decided to commit suicide)
last night, just 2 days before eid i was rushing about dhaka city to help my quality control team to finish some crucial inspection before all the factories shut shop for eid . Roads were jammed with vehicles trying to make to some destination or the other and rickshaws and human beings herding their cows. Dhaka's streets would have looked like a cattle ranch last night. when i passed the cattle market and glanced at those animals tied there. people around them bargaining their piece for sacrifice, one thought struck me ... all these cows, almost a million in bangaldesh, have just one more day left in their lives !!! a sheer collective misfortune!!!.... then i was reminded of the scene in the war of the worlds where human beings are informed that their days are numbered....
