I am Rajesh,
and I am travelling in a flight for the first time.
The last two
months have been a whirlwind affair. When I applied for a job in Mumbai, the
city of dreams, I was absolutely sure that I would not get it. How could I, a
simpleton from the village of Palakkad in Kerala, hope to get a job in what
people refer to as the industrial capital of India?
And yet, I
got the offer. Before I knew it, my parents were making preparations to send me
off to Mumbai. There were numerous calls every day from my relatives who were
scattered around Kerala. Funnily enough, while many of the relatives had their
family members working in Dubai, they still spoke and behaved as if Mumbai was
a bigger deal.
While I am excited, I am anxious too. First things first, I
am somewhat familiar with the Hindi language and I can speak English very well.
But I feel that language could be a problem there. Then there was the city’s
lifestyle. Mumbai thrives and comes alive at night, while for me, the day ends
at 7 in the evening and my entire family usually goes to sleep by 8.30. A few
of my colleagues from Mumbai who spoke to me over the phone for HR-related work
teased me that while I was all gearing up to sleep, they were still working in
the office. Would I be able to adopt this work culture?
Mumbai is
one of the most active cities in the world, and in comparison, my village in
Kerala leads a peaceful and unhurried existence.
As if all
these differences weren’t reason enough to worry about, I had the big issue to
deal with.
I was afraid
of heights and the company had arranged a flight for me.
Looking
around the airport, I feel a crazy urge to run outside where my parents are
still waiting. I want to work in the comfort of my own village. I want to be
surrounded by my parents and familiar people. I want to live the unhurried life
of my village. I want to work at reasonable hours and enjoy peaceful evenings
at my simple home. I want to sit at the front porch of my home with my parents after dinner and watch
the empty lane outside the gate of my house.
I take a
deep breath. It is too late now. I will have to make peace with my decision.
The shuttle
–bus transports me to the stair affixed to the aircraft that would take me away
from my homeland to a land that is entirely foreign to me. I take a good look
at the enormous plane and it fills me with awe and fear at the same time.
To my
relief, I have got a window-seat. I quickly call my parents and have a very
short conversation with them before I switch off my cell.
The plane
starts running on the runway after few minutes. I grip the arms of my seat
tightly, the speed of the plane both exhilarating and scaring me.
I am not
prepared for the feeling of weightlessness as the plane leaves the ground. Even
though I am not leaning out of the window, I can see the ground below and also
that the plane is tilted. A cold palm settles on my heart and I quickly avert
my gaze.
After a few
terrifying seconds, the plane seems to fly steadily. The sign for seat-belts is
off now. But I still wear it, afraid to remove it.
“First time
in a plane?” The lady next to me asks gently. She looks middle-aged and like
me, she is also on her own. I nod, unable to trust my voice.
She smiles.
“I remember my first flight too. I was scared beyond words. On top of it, I was
flying away from my maternal home to my husband’s home in an unfamiliar city,
all on my own. My husband, not knowing that I was scared of planes, booked me a
flight ticket as a ‘surprise’.” She laughs lightly.
I smile at
her easy banter.
“There was
the fear of flying but mostly there was the melancholy of leaving behind my
parents. For a married woman, every visit to her childhood home brings both
happiness and grief.”
I nod, her
words comforting my own inner turmoil.
“But then
you know what helped me deal with my fear and my melancholy?” She says. “I
looked out of the window of the plane and saw the ground below. It filled me
with peace for some reasons. May be the fact that I could still see the ground
was a reminder that I am not that high.”
I gulp and
peak a look outside the window. To my surprise, I see tiny buildings and thin
twists that are roads at some places and streams at others. I keep watching for
a few minutes, feeling settled.
I feel a tap
on my hand. I turn around and see the lady smiling at me.
“The sight
of the earth below also brought in the realization that wherever I go, I will
always belong to the same good old earth and the majestic sky. No place is
foreign as long as you have the earth beneath you, and the sky watching over
you.”
A deep calm
settles over me and I drop back my head in relief. With steady hands I get rid
of the seat belt and give a grateful smile to the lady whom the universe had
sent in my time of need. She smiles back and takes out a book from her bag to
read.
I keep
watching out of the window, the sight of the earth below me, and the sky in
brilliant hues of orange and red filling me with peace and calm. I am ready for
a new chapter of my life.