Living and breathing.

Sometimes we get lost in life that we forget to do the things we once used to love. I guess that could be my reasoning for not writing anything in my blog for the past year and a half. Not that I did not travel nor did I have a year of learnings but still writing about travel just did not occur. Am I going to search for a structure to adhere so I can keep you interested in what I am going to write on here? All for what? A stat on my post. Does that make me feel better? if it does, is that really permanent? so no and fuck it.

So no there will be no structure, no agenda, no frills (maybe the way I want my life to be).

I am sure we all have the million dollar question about where is our life going on a daily basis and for those who don’t, well kudos to you and I am happy for you. It’s been a year and a half of ups and downs, however despite it all, I have a constant question in my head which constantly repeats itself and it goes something like this – ‘Am I supposed to be where I am in life, am I supposed to have somethings figured out by now?‘ . I believe it’s quite natural to have such thoughts in your 20s and beyond.

When we are kids we face struggles which now we look back on and think, how nice would it be to have those issues again/have those worries again? Instead of the worries, we have now? Isn’t it ironic we are hoping for lesser struggles that we encountered at one point in our lives instead of embracing our lives right now?

Am I going to instruct you to close your eyes sit in silence and meditate and thing about life balance? No, download headspace from the app store for all that jazz.

Does the above not apply to you? Well, my dear friend, I am happy for you. I am exuberantly ecstatic for your happy life. But for the rest who are navigating through life like I am, male and female alike. Well sincerely welcome to this outburst of rambles. Now I am sounding like a crazy person? Maybe, maybe not. Yes, I am crazy about life and the endless possibilities, being nice to everyone even if people shit on you, being apologetic to people I’ve hurt and making amends, I am crazy about being who I am even when everything’s falling apart! So yes consider me a bit crazy.

When I was at uni I thought okay let me get through this degree, life is gonna be rosy. When I left I thought let me get a job and all will be well. Here I am 27 and an engineer (slyly putting my bio here saving my parents the arranged marriage trouble) with somewhat a good life with millions of thoughts racing through my head yet there are days where I don’t know where I am going with life. Constantly looking at friends or social friends and seeing them move on with their life (getting married, settling down etc). Which makes me think like am I progressing? or have I stood still in time and everybody else is on some back to the future car getting the f out of the present! Well, they are not they are just doing life on their own terms. I am doing mine on my terms – this damn thought is so hard to grasp. I am not perfect at it, out of the 30 days in a month if I feel like I’ve got my shit together for half of them then I consider it a good month. Even if it not it’s okay, I will just have an explosion of thoughts surround myself with positive people. If it all doesn’t help take a walk and be happy about the shit I have in my life like a family, good friends, education and a job.

We are so convoluted in thoughts that define us based on how successful someone is that I feel like we have more bad days than we need to in a month or a year or whatever. Negativity comes back up quickly if I let them, but I’ve just got better at keeping them down and I am still working on it and that’s the truth for most of us isn’t it? even if we share ‘look its all sunflowers in my life’ posts on social media. we do that because not only do we educate others but its also a reminder to us life isn’t bad and it doesn’t need to be as bad as it was nor does it need to be in the future.

Should you continue reading this? Well, I am no self-help guru. I am just a normal guy going through life. Even though the term normal guy is something I am going to avoid saying because in this life if everybody is equal, then I am just a normal human being trying to get my life through different stages so I can have a better life for myself and wish for a better life for everyone else around me. So let’s do life on our own terms, let’s make mistakes, let’s learn from the hurt we’ve caused others, let’s learn from the hurt others have given to us and most importantly just live each day as we want to.

Taking to the skies 🇺🇸

Dear Readers,

Isn’t it almost mandatory when you’re a child to be fascinated by things, especially airplanes? I am pretty sure everyone as a child must have been at one point. I was one of those kids, but an obsessed one. It was not one of those typical desires to go to the airport and experience a flight. It was more of a ‘I want to be the person flying that machine’ kind. So much so I ended up obtaining an undergraduate in aerospace engineering, and here is an insight into my experience.

Many many moons ago (actually like 4 years) I went on an educational experience to the land of opportunities aka United States of America. I was still at university finishing off my engineering degree and one of my modules was pilot studies. There was a requirement in the module that I should have flown 20 hours in order to get my full credits. I had two options. One was to simply do the 20 hours in UK in a flying school or to go to US and do it. Option 1 was not feasible as it costs a lot of money to fly for an hour over in the UK. It’s the same as paying for your driving lessons but just multiply an hour of a driving lesson by 8 or more and that’s how much you would be paying for one hour of flying.

Option 2 then became a reality. Rather than doing the basic 20 hours I decided to obtain my private pilot license , PPL for short. I realised that if I was going to obtain my licence in the UK it would have cost me 3 times than what it would cost me in the US. I spoke to my parents and they supported me on this endeavour.

“Working for an hourly salary in a grocery store and they didn’t even hesitate to say no to it or to the costs of it. I may wish to have different things at times in life, but i always feel blessed to have my family. If you can relate to this then you are blessed like I am, and if you cannot you will soon enough”

So eventually summer 2013 I took off to an unknown town called Traverse City, Michigan. NMC (Northwestern Michigan College)  had a partnership with my university and I attended their flight school. I had to take 2 flights to get to Michigan with a little stop over in Chicago. Traverse city was one of the most beautiful quaint little American town I’ve ever stayed in. It is on the bay of Lake Michigan.

The first 30 hours of my lessons was with an instructor of course. I was a little bit nervous on my first lesson and they told me it was normal to be nervous and some students were even sick during their first flight (what a way to put me at comfort). The first lesson I did was an observation lesson where I sat in the back of a Cessna and monitored how flying was done. I was actually enjoying the view outside of the plane more than anything. The next day was my first lesson with my instructor and my nervousness was still there. However i kept focus on the objective and I eventually grew out of it. Everyday my schedule was simply to wake up, fly, attend theory lessons and explore.

Eventually I learnt more manoeuvres such as emergency landing, stalls, altitude correction. For example the emergency landing manoeuvre would be where my instructor would cut the engine and tell me to do an emergency landing within a few minutes. Yes its scary but more fun than anything, once you’re comfortable.  One of the most exhilarating experiences was that I was taking off and landing on a domestic airport where jetliners were landing everyday. It couldn’t get more real than that.

Solo Time

One of the important parts in the journey to become a private pilot or even an airline pilot is the first day you go solo. I was doing a routine take off and landing with my instructor and he suddenly tells me ‘You’re good to go now, land once more and I will get off the aircraft and sign you off to go solo straightaway’. I was so excited, happy and basically thought to myself ‘this is it’. Then I really took off to the skies all by myself flying over ‘Lake Michigan’ and its surrounding. From that day onwards till my final examination where I became an official private pilot the solo journey was the most exhilarating time.

In life there are some experiences and learning that stick with you forever. This is one of those experiences that will forever be in my heart and something that I will be proud of.