#NaNoWriMo: Teaser

Catch up post…

Fly 'n Things

50,000 words in one month is an incredibly challenging task to accomplish. Especially for a brand new, wannabe author, with no experience with serious writing!

I have two themes that are close to my heart. Over the last few years I have pondered about them now and then, and kicked around the back ground, characters,theme  and setting for a while. I tentatively started on my ideas last year, but made little progress. Until now I haven’t taken my writing seriously.

A few weeks ago, I started noticing references to NaNoWriMo again, as November approaches. I always perform better when I challenge myself and am on a deadline. So this seemed the perfect time to put my ideas on paper, commit to a deadline and see if my ideas are any good 🙂

NaNoWriMo officially kicks off today at midnight. I hope to write a little each day. So let’s see…

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Today in African-American Transportation History – February 22 — Transportation History

Today in African-American Transportation History – 1997: A Trailblazer Retires from the U.S. Air Force African-American aviation pioneer and U.S. Air Force (USAF) Major General Marcelite Jordan Harris retired after more than three decades of service in the nation’s military aerial service branch. Harris, who was born in Texas in 1943, initially sought to pursue […]

via Today in African-American Transportation History – February 22 — Transportation History

Words on Wednesdays: Amelia


“Where is she,” I stuttered, as I crawled in and literally crashed into Bill’s office.

“My dear chap, are you alright?’ Bill drawled, lazily.

“You do not look good. Were you in an accident?” he queried.

“You know, we were out of Clean-X again, ” he interjected, happy to get the foremost thought in his mind off his chest.

“I knew something weird was happening. I think Bob is crazy about Jill, and always forgets to pack enough. You know, old chap, you really need to come with us next time to Ensenada. Amelia misses you, of course,” he eyed me with disquiet.

“I have it!” he clapped his hands triumphantly, as he about turned to the other matter foremost on his mind.  “You could fly us there, and we will not have to put up with Bob,” he said, enthusiastically, pleased with himself for having solved the problem foremost in his mind.

“You know old chap, my good chap, are you alright?” he asked anxiously. “You really don’t look well. Have you been to see a doctor?” he laughed.

“I mean not me, of course”, he laughed again, loudly, enjoying his joke.

I collapsed, unable to say a word. I opened my lips to speak, but heard nothing.

Crazy Bill, as usual, was ranting off in his British accent.

Where the devil was my Amelia?

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Columbus landed here

Fly 'n Things

Almost every island in the Bahamas makes some claim or the other to Christopher Columbus. Last year, Linda and I, had attempted to track down the Columbus monument on Long Island. We never made it.

sansalvador0It is widely believed that Christopher Columbus in 1492, during his first voyage  to find the New World,  landed on San Salvador island in the Bahamas and gave it it’s name. For a long time, Cat Island was thought to be the island where Columbus landed. Maybe because until 1925, Cat Island was known as San Salvador, while San Salvador was known as Watlings island, bestowed by an English colonist of the name John Watling who resided there in the 17th century.  The name “San Salvador” was officially transferred from Cat Island and given to Watlings Island in 1925.

sansalvador1I had hoped to make the flight to San Salvador the day before our departure…

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The Flying Hindu

I have been called the “whitest Brown guy” by many a person – recently even… which I am meant to take as a compliment. Yes, even I… a Brown guy …. do love hockey and baseball, and know more about both sports than most (not all) people (part of the plan to try and fit […]

via Mohan Singh – The Flying Hindu — Pioneers Of Aviation



There was no escape.

Sweat ran down my face in rivulets. My throat was parched.

I screamed!

But heard nothing. My arms ached. My legs ached.

It was the most uncomfortable position to be in. Trussed up, hands tied behind my back to my ankles, bent over backwards, and blindfolded with tape over my mouth. My head felt heavy and painful. As though I had smacked my head over and over again, against some hard object. My body ached all over. My arms were sore. My feet were sore. My stomach growled. My throat felt parched. Sweat rolled down.

I did not know if it was day or night.
I did not know where I was.
I did not know what day of the week it was, when and how I got to be where I was.

My hands hurt. In fact, my whole body hurt from being twisted over uncomfortably. I did not even know why I was there. Where ever that was. I yanked furiously, aching to free my hands and only hurt them more. I panted in desperation and my heart beat erratically.

“This is not the time to panic,” I urged myself.

“Stay calm. Think,” I ordered myself.

It was easy to say, but hard to focus. How could one go through this and stay sane. I never thought, I was claustrophobic. It was the worst possible time to realize maybe, just maybe, I was just a little claustrophobic!

The deafening silence was unbearable. It only enhanced the erratic beating of my heart, the sound triple enhanced.
I willed my heart to slow down. An impossible feat I thought. It only quickened and raced harder. Who could have done this to me, I wondered. I tried to recollect the last thing I remembered.

Earlier in the day, Chung had told me that Dr. Johnson wanted to talk to me and would be in his hanger, prepping the Bonanza for his flight the next day. I never made it there. I remember turning around the last corner and being coshed with something hard.

Why? Who could have done it? I really needed to get hold of myself, calm down and think.


I had promised Amelia to help her plan for her upcoming trip to Ensenada. She was never going to forgive me. Thinking of Amelia brought back a smile. I could still see her face, when I had gone down on my knee and proposed, the day before. She hadn’t expected it.
I saw the confusion cross her face, followed by the joy, and finally the tears. “Johnny,” she laughed in disbelief. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes, before my knee gives way,” I had joked.

“Yes, of course yes!” she had shouted in exultation. “How could you even doubt it will be any other response? I’ve been waiting ages for you to get the courage to pop the question, you maddening man,” she had teased me lightly.

“You never called me Johnny before,” I replied sheepishly, as I gathered her into my arms for a kiss.

“You will always be Johnny to me,” she smiled mischievously. “Oh no, look at the time. You promised to help me prepare for the flight. You know I have never done this before,” she said worriedly.

“It will be fine. You are a terrific pilot. And Bill is not only a proficient doctor, but an excellent pilot. He always breezes through his flight reviews fabulously. And his Bonanza is always in tip-top shape.”

Thinking of Amelia, calmed me down. It always did. She always brought a sense of fresh breath where ever she went. When she walked into a room, people forgot everything else. I would have really liked to have been with her, right now, right this moment. But here I was, all trussed up.

Calm down and think, my mind protested. As the minutes ticked away, I finally felt my heart beat slow-down.

First, I felt the heat: the familiar heat of the desert beating down on me. The sun was beating down on the desert floor. This was evident in the sweat raining down, unwarranted. At least I was still in the desert, I thought triumphantly.

As my heart beat slowed to a normal pace, almost, I barely heard it.
How could I miss it? Through the silence of the moment I heard, the exhilarating whirl of a propeller: an aircraft. Taking off, possibly into another glorious hot, summer sky. That could be my Amelia, departing to Ensenada!

“Help,” I shouted.

All I heard was garbled and muffled sounds, barely in a whisper.