The army officer who impressed me the most, did so by being utterly unimpressive. An ex-fighter pilot - medium in stature, speech, and demeanour, more like a middle-rung manager or a well-to-do small entrepreneur. Nothing like the arrogant fly-boy jocks you see anywhere. No Abhinandan style, wannabe South Indian film hero’s moustache either. Despite being dyslexic and petrified of heights, I had a fetish for choppers and nurtured a secret hope of getting a private helicopter licence. Till my age, bad eyesight, the severity of my dyslexia, and the domestic and financial imprisonment of being a caregiver and a lousy breadwinner permanently relegated it to the basket of broken dreams. This gentleman flew MiG-21s when in the forces. So I asked him what it actually felt like - the adrenaline rush, the euphoria, the sense of freedom , or being one with the limitless sky . His reply was something I was completely unprepared for ... “ Well, y ou are strapped into a very uncomf...
Field notes from an inconvenient life… No motivational crap, no hacks, no pink tint. My life as it actually unfolded. I would have happily dedicated it all to the exploration of love and sex...but the lack of copious experience inhibits me from providing any worthwhile insights...