Mr. Blush on: “ have you seen the only available picture of the air france crash?”
Mr. Click: “ya? But it didn’t crash.”
Mr. Blush on: “as in there was a failure and it sank na… well you can see the plane completely split into two pieces..”
Mr. Click:” ya but how come? And what do you mean split into two, my brother told me that they have a lot of backups and there are four engines as backup and if everything fails the plane can generate its own energy to fly….”
Mr. Blush on: “you know there’s a pressure gauge in the plane, (making circular motions in air with his fore finger) it went off and when the pressure inside the plane was less the air pressure from outside burst the windows and then it broke the plane. When all this was happening somebody clicked a picture and it survived and all the passengers died.
Mr. Click: “ ya, there were no survivors and nothing was found of the plane. Everything sank..”
Mr. Blush on: “of course, most people died in mid air so when that happens the body simply sinks; only when somebody drowns that the body floats up immediately. When you are dead water can’t enter in the body so you sink. Only after a few days the bodies will float up.
Mr. Click: “hmmm… and it happened in the bermuda triangle.
Mr. Money: “ya it did. For the past 10 to 20 years there were no flights going over the Bermuda triangle, this flight went and it crashed. (note: air france flight did not fly over the Bermuda triangle, also there is heavy air and sea traffic across and over the Bermuda triangle).
Mr. Click: “ya it did. I want to visit it one day”
Mr. Blush on: “what?”
Mr. Click: “I want to visit the Bermuda triangle one day. It would be beautiful. But so scary na, I am always nervous while traveling by air”
Mr. Blush on: “I always travel when a lot of famous people are there in the flight. If everybody is going even I go. See all the major accidents in the past not many famous people were there. By the luck of probability you will survive.

This was the conversation happening at work today, and I was definitely enlightened. You can comment on this while I go and hunt for the only surviving picture of the crash of air France plane.

23rd june 09

Today I knew it was going to rain, my hair told me so. you see during the monsoon whenever I have a superb hair day as in i m really happy about my hair it rains it pours messing up my hair. I don’t mind it at all because i love rains and I can tolerate bad hair for four months.
We were shooting outdoors and it was obviously disrupted several times through out the day but what I am trying to tell here is what happened today.

So during the shoot I had to go out to run some errands as usual and i went from to goregaon to khar to bandra to khar to goregaon then andheri etc. in one of the many rickshaw rides I fell asleep. You see I had woken up at 4 in the morning and when the weather is so awesomely beautiful I couldn't stop myself from catching a few winks. Any way here I was in a rickshaw breathing in the first smell of rains the damp earth more like cement, feeling the cool breeze and jumping every time a biker splashed muddy water towards my rickshaw. I am proud to admit I managed to sleep amidst this all. As I my riskshaw maneuvered through different lanes I drifted in and out of sleep. During one of the drift outs I sensed something flying behind me, near the back hole / window of the rickshaw, I almost jumped only to see it fall right next to me on the seat. On careful examination only with my eyes [I did not touch it] I saw the branding 'VIP' it was a gent's underwear. Not just any but the one with legs not the v cut ones. it was a dirty blue colour with big brown rusty patches on it. It was definitely being used as a rag I’m sure. I continued the rest of the journey with the underwear [which I am sure was of the rickshaw driver] quietly. For some time I sat at the farthest corner as if I would get infected by it, then I kept my bag between us to avoid seeing completely.
As I reached my destination I paid the money and got off only to be called loudly by the driver 'madam aapka samaan reh gaya'. My denial and his recognition of his piece of clothing happened at the same time and he buried his head inside the rickshaw which did not emerge out till i crossed the road and went inside the building....