Don’t say
a word
just walk
with me
another 3 miles
or till the
end of time

dont say
stop
or turn
around
hold my hand
tight and
strong

don’t you
see the birds
fly high
and beyond

don’t you
see those waves
keep coming
along

I don’t
think
there could
be an end
to my dreams
my thoughts
and random talk

would you
please stay by
and walk
with me
another 3 miles
or till the
end of time

31 Jan 2010

Would you want to be seated in the last row? Hmm.. but where?

I know a few friends who would always prefer the last row – be it the classroom or a evam play. Their freedom to comment & yap without getting noticed. So much of their last row choices are much wiser though – like in the cinemas. Some of them don’t enjoy last rows as much. Probably they are more like me but of course are smart at times and prefer just the opposite at the right occasion.

Today, I am seated in the last row. In an airplane. Thinking and writing about it. I am on a budget airlines so the last row really isn’t the best place to be. Anyways, so I am on the last row and ahead of me all I see is a sea of heads. Some are dark, some partially and rest are shinning in the bright aircraft lighting. A few grey, white and even fewer brunette. And I am noticing something very peculiar for airplane. I can see a hand raising every few minutes trying to grab and terminate the mosquito on-board. Yes, you read that right. Some of them must have managed a boarding pass and are now guest to the airlines. Of course, under attack or rather defending the human counter attack. My co-passenger whispers (he had been quite observant as well) – “they are quite dangerous these days”. Danger + Airlines brings the word terrorism to my mind but I managed to get into context immediately and acknowledged with a smile.

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