Writing my heart out, is the best form of catharsis I know. But I'm quite a conservative pen and paper lover, so blogging is more intentional than natural to me. Being a flight attendant, my long haul flights are more encouraging towards my traditional medium, as at 39,000 technology is not my best option. (Yes I do get time to write on my flights and I'm not a work shirker). Hence I'm a very irregular and whimsical blogger.
Cut to my inspiration that is making this piece take shape although it took me a couple of months to get it all together. I'm back from my flight, waiting for the company transport to go back home. And there awaits my inspiration in a pilot's uniform and geeky glasses. A very rare combination if you would believe me. We stay around the same location so we share the cab and off we are on the busy roads of Mumbai.
Generally I doze off on my way back but we bloggers' (If I may call myself one) dived into this deep sea of conversation about everything under the sun. Believe me it sprawled across from flights to psychology and scuba diving to our common love for words. The traffic noise, long wait or the drowsiness from my flight nothing was actually bothering me any more as I was so excited to learn that he loves writing and runs his own blog. It was the first time I ever met somebody who can fly the plane and write. Reading through his blog I got a major complex from his outlandish vocabulary and his eccentric ability to express himself.
But it wasn't only our love for writing which was common, we actually bonded on the pang of not being able to write that often cause of our chaotic work schedules. Although honestly I think its just laziness and my love for sleep (Here I'm strictly talking for myself as definitely he has more studying to do). But the entire conversation did strike some right cords in me and I was all pepped up to write more religiously, as that is something which keeps me happy and leaves me thinking. Mysteriously this conversation did inspire me to take out some time to be who I want to be rather than who I have become or is expected to be.
This incident definitely got me going but it was all left half way due to the hundred different creatively curated excuses I can come up with. But inspiration never leaves you alone, you only need to have an eye for it. Around 3 months later we fly together and just a look at my "muse" got me started scribbling on the nearest piece of paper and made me finish this article today.
But I need to remind myself that my muse would not walk in his crisp white uniform every time I loose track of my dreams, my passion or my idea of living. Henceforth even if I'm not able to blog I would never quit writing rather take it up professionally whenever I can.
P.S: I need to quote one of his impromptu portrayal of somebody's smile that's close to my heart and a perfect example of why is his writing so enthralling. "She smiled and the storm ended, the seas settled and the sails spurred the ship on, splashing up the salty spray. Calypso's temper tantrum ended."
Thank You my muse in uniform!
Cut to my inspiration that is making this piece take shape although it took me a couple of months to get it all together. I'm back from my flight, waiting for the company transport to go back home. And there awaits my inspiration in a pilot's uniform and geeky glasses. A very rare combination if you would believe me. We stay around the same location so we share the cab and off we are on the busy roads of Mumbai.
Generally I doze off on my way back but we bloggers' (If I may call myself one) dived into this deep sea of conversation about everything under the sun. Believe me it sprawled across from flights to psychology and scuba diving to our common love for words. The traffic noise, long wait or the drowsiness from my flight nothing was actually bothering me any more as I was so excited to learn that he loves writing and runs his own blog. It was the first time I ever met somebody who can fly the plane and write. Reading through his blog I got a major complex from his outlandish vocabulary and his eccentric ability to express himself.
But it wasn't only our love for writing which was common, we actually bonded on the pang of not being able to write that often cause of our chaotic work schedules. Although honestly I think its just laziness and my love for sleep (Here I'm strictly talking for myself as definitely he has more studying to do). But the entire conversation did strike some right cords in me and I was all pepped up to write more religiously, as that is something which keeps me happy and leaves me thinking. Mysteriously this conversation did inspire me to take out some time to be who I want to be rather than who I have become or is expected to be.
This incident definitely got me going but it was all left half way due to the hundred different creatively curated excuses I can come up with. But inspiration never leaves you alone, you only need to have an eye for it. Around 3 months later we fly together and just a look at my "muse" got me started scribbling on the nearest piece of paper and made me finish this article today.
But I need to remind myself that my muse would not walk in his crisp white uniform every time I loose track of my dreams, my passion or my idea of living. Henceforth even if I'm not able to blog I would never quit writing rather take it up professionally whenever I can.
P.S: I need to quote one of his impromptu portrayal of somebody's smile that's close to my heart and a perfect example of why is his writing so enthralling. "She smiled and the storm ended, the seas settled and the sails spurred the ship on, splashing up the salty spray. Calypso's temper tantrum ended."
Thank You my muse in uniform!
