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Rock and Roll

Drums are beating loud, lights are electrifying, and atmosphere is pulsating. The stage is set for a long night of rock and roll. But the nature has its own music.

With the onset of monsoon, it sets its own music with torrential rain, thunder strikes, and furious winds. Long ago, people avoided the music of monsoon, especially when they were setting out for a long journey.

Time has changed and so is the preference. Commuters are now used to with the music of monsoon while on move. They don’t deter their journey, even if it needs to cross the rivers, seas, states and countries, during the rainy season.

Between April and September, often the weather god unleashes the din from the heaven with thunder claps, torrential rain and lightening. The music of monsoon is best felt when you are inside a flight.

The flight attendants announce, the weather is rough outside; the display signals to put on the seat belt, and toilets are closed. Suddenly, Elvis Presley or Kurt Cobain fails to sooth your nerves. When the furious rain lashes the metallic bird, instead of Madona, mother Madona comes to your mind. When the violent cross wind rattles the jet, you don’t tap to the tunes of Bob Dylan.

Black clouds overcast the blue sky outside a window. Hordes of black and grey clouds engulf the aircraft in its mammoth belly. The lighting strikes and shivers you from inside. Even a potent drug fails to douse your fear of fire inside.

It’s like a ship, caught in the midst of a stormy sea. Suddenly, you feel the gushing blood, the throbbing heart and the numbness of limbs. Your throat chokes, yet you wish to sing “happy days are here again.”      

The pilots at the front, struggling hard to keep the big bird steady in the turbulent weather. They are cautious; they are petrified of impounding disaster. Even the dare devil aviators sheepishly maneuvers the aircraft till the time it lands.

At 35, 000 ft. above the ground, when the stage is set for thunder and lightning to put up a show, do the front seat spectators enjoy the rock and roll night?




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