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Sunday, 11 March 2012

This story is about my friend Capt. Somesh Bhatnagar




Capt. Somesh Bhatnagar


I met him for the first time in the beautiful place popularly known as pink city- Jaipur in 2002. Still can visualise that day, I was glued to window of the bus until arrival of this City where every nook and corner was depicting a cultural heritage and Pink colour. 


With the mixed feelings of excitement and fear, my hands knocked the door of the house, whose address was provided to me by my friend Neeraj. This is the place where Neeraj and his other colleagues as well, I ought.
Suddenly a young boy opened the door for me.


I was welcomed in by warm smile of his. On enquiring about Trainee Pilot Neeraj  I learned that he along with others have already left for Rajasthan State Flying School  [ aka Jaipur Flying Club]. 


The boy offered me water, followed by very tasty Jaljira and then food. While talking with him I got to know that this bungalow belongs to his father, who is general manager with B.S.N.L. He has two sibling a sister and brother he being the eldest. 


They have given one portion of their Big house on rent more of as a paying guest to the trainee pilots as their house is close to Jaipur Airport. While talking with Somesh I lost the track of the time. The boy 
was extremely energetic, humble and enthuastic.


In evening, Neeraj and other friends came back from the Flying club and I joined them in my new room. Soon my Flying Training got started. With time my bonding with Somesh also got stronger.


He had always been helpful to us. Whenever we came back after night Flying he use to come to pick us up from the Airport. He even at times dropped us by his Old but sweet Maruti 800 car. His vehicle is always there in case we get late for our Flights.


All festivals were celebrated together. We became more like a family. His mom our Aunty was like a Mom for all of us. Even she knows more aviation jargons then all of us. Somesh use to roam with us, we use to have cigarettes and beers in the parties, where Somesh never use to participate rather he  Displayed  us all in his computer one day, a slide show with the images of people having deadly diseases in their mouth, throat and all over. They were people from all age group. Photos were scary as if wounds displayed in their faces have decayed and made us read the displayed information of each patient where it was mention 
that among them mostly died later.


That night we couldn’t sleep. To everyone’s surprise I along with few of our friends quit smoking forever. Till this day I m thankful to him for that eye opening act.  That way he made a strong influence on all of us, even though being younger to us, he was a living mentor for all.


Seeing his determination and commitment towards work and the spirit to follow what’s right, I suggested him while interacting one day as “Somesh, Why Don’t u too like us become a pilot after your studies.”
He said, “I would love to be one, but then I wonder whether it will be a correct decision, as the course is too expensive and it might take along all the hard earned money of my father.”
Little astonished by the reaction, I said –“Is this really Somesh speaking, who have never considered any task at hand evendifficult let alone impossible. He said “no, I   am not scared”, it was just the money I am little concerned about.


I explained him “Somesh , life is all about taking risk! Until you do not try new things, explore the unknown you will not be able to grow .That is a challenge  So you must give it try and then devote your full self in it. And I know for the boy like you, who never accept anything wrong but hard work, it is a great option; build the Aviators spirit in you, to excel always”.


He thought over and decided to take his career above the sky, and to fly the amazing machine he has spent his childhood watching.


Thus after finishing his school he too got enrolled in  the Rajasthan Flying Club as a Trainee Pilot. His ride of training was not very smooth , Flying went slow due to lack of Air Planes and later then Pilot Instructors were not available. He struggled for years to achieve his Commercial Pilot License. Even after his father being retired as a chief with B.S.N.L, which reflects a powerful position, he never used his father’s position 
and influence and went on struggling to achieve the CPL. Ultimately  he decided to fly to USA and finish remaining training in Texas.


As every night is followed by sunshine, there came the auspicious day and he got his Commercial Pilot License issued. By that time I got in the Air India and was flying for them. When he applied, air India didn’t have any vacancies, so he got into  nothing but vein. He kept on studying and kept himself current, after waiting for long, there was want for flying choppers of the C.M of the Rajasthan.  He applied, and did well in the interview but didn’t get in, later he was asked if he can pay, he will get the chance. Very furious by the offer, he straight away said No, and came back.  However in a flight for official meeting the plane along with C.M got crashed one day, due to bad weather and high thunderstorm condition and everybody on board died.


In this situation of dilemma, new Chief Minister was selected and government urgently required a good Pilot in order to fly the new Chief Minister. This way, he was called back by the company and he got a job, as a Co-Pilot to fly the plane of Chief Minister of the state.  Very soon he went on becoming the captain.
And was quite popular cause of his excellent landing and other flying skills in the company.
One day while Somesh was attending a family function, he got a call and was asked to come for a flight at night. He rushed to reach the airport and so did his co-pilot.
They had to take the flight to Udaipur. They landed at Udaipur and Chief Minister left the Airport. That time Airport was completely vacant and shops were closed,  so these Pilots remained in at the airport waiting for the Chief Minister to return so they may take him back.


As I was on the Udaipur itself that time, Somesh called me at the airport, I reached there, we chatted for hours, as they both were quiet hungry I brought along food, and they had it, we waited there for Chief Minister for long but around 01:00 am I had to leave cause of my flight that day, they both kept on waiting, being on duty hours they kept their calm and simply waited. After two more hours C.M came back. Somesh lost his temper once he got to know that they were waiting for hours as C.M brought the plane especially to Udaipur in order he can watch a movie 3 idiot  in Lake Palace with some guests |!

He was very upset, seeing the waste of government funds done by the ministers and waste of his skills, next morning he resigned the job.  I and everyone tried to explain him the importance of the job but fell on deaf ears. I was little worried for my friend.


I came to meet him and asked him that what will he do now?


Somesh said “I will open my own travel agency and help people reaching their destinations.
I found the idea very absurd. Quiet shocked I said “Are you kidding me? Starting your travel agency! That’s a big investment and huge risk.”
Somesh smiled and said –“I understand my friend, but now I have the aviator’s spirit in me! My flying experience has taught me to explore the unknown and take risk, now; I understood the words you spoke when you wanted me to enter in the world of aviation, it’s now that I know exactly what aviators spirit is, and it is already burning.”


“But where will you open the agency”? I asked.


In my house itself, I will start with one room; we use to give for rent.
As Somesh was so keen and enthuastic to start his business , I thought maybe once the agency starts he will realize that practically it’s not so easy and again come to fly.


By that time I was promoted to International Flights and life started running on fast pace. With Mumbai (that time Bombay) as my base , and having schedule to Mumbai-Frankfurt –Chicago flight circle I use to get only two days at home, I got busy with my life and unfortunately lost touch with Somesh , I did tried calling him at times , but due to change in his number I couldn’t be in contact.
I got busy with my profession and family but still I was keen to hear about Somesh , weather he joined C.M back or is he flying with airlines , but I didn’t have any way to trace , other than his address. Still I use to imagine meeting him some day in uniform flying, though never found him that way.


Once due to technical problem in the plane in one of my flight we were diverted to Jaipur. Landing at Jaipur after years gave me a different feeling of joy and could recall my days when at the same Airport we use to land with instructors beside in our Cesena’s. 


Those bumpy landings, instructor’s shouting, waiting for flights, roaming in the city with buddies and Somesh. How beautiful were those days, I thought .My mind however got stuck with Somesh. Somesh, yes I can now find about his whereabouts our plane went under maintenance and we were schedule for next day morning flight. On our way to hotel I was watching from the window of the car, how significantly city has changed. After reaching the hotel where we were supposed to wait or rest till next flight, I got very active as I knew this is my chance to meet or to get information about Somesh.


I came out of the hotel, and called the first cab that came in my sight, hopped in, said the address and then waited, my god, my heart begin beating faster as I saw the same street where we roamed once, ohh, how excited I was to see my friend, will I find him, how will he react once he see me, what will I say once we meet, so many stories to share! My mind was full of such questions and I was growing more and more impatient.  And my cab stopped in front of the bungalow. The house was not same as before, now it was way bigger than it once was, and its beauty was enhanced by a marvellous garden in front.


I entered in and knocked the door. It was Capt Bhanu, Somesh younger brother; he had grown taller and smarter too. He was visibly astonished and amazed to see me after years. I said-“Hey, Bhanu, how have you been?  What are you doing these days ?  Nice to see you after this long.”
Bhanu too was delighted to meet me, he said-“wow, what a surprise, seeing you after years. I am a Commercial Pilot now, and so is my sister. We are both flying for Jet Airways India Ltd.”


“Ohh, that’s so wonderful to know. Den of aviators”-I chuckled.
“And Capt Somesh”, I asked-where is he?
He said –“I will better take you to him rather than telling, he will be so happy to see you.”
“he is in the city itself, great!”-I said.


I joined him in his Honda Civic Car and we were headed to Capt Somesh. Finally I have got a chance to meet him. There I saw a jaw dropping sight. There was a huge board of “Somlly Tours and Travels Pvt. Ltd”. Huge office he has got. “Man!  He is actually into Travel Agency that too with such a huge office.”I asked –“Does this office belong to Somesh ?”  He smiled and nodded. That man has done it. From inside place was like some palace, mind blowing interior, I thought. Somesh saw me through his cabin and came out.He hugged me and said” ohh yaar, how are you? I am buttoned up man, can’t tell you how great it is to see you.”


         I said “Seriously even I am speechless, let’s have a seat first”.
We both rested our selves, came back into senses, and I asked “how did you manage to grow such a vast empire. You started with just a room, and now as Bhanu told me on the way- that you earn more than the sum of their both Pilots income together. You are a multimillionaire now. Where’s the magic stick, such a establish business, how did you managed?”


Somesh smiled and said-“That night waiting for the minister made me realised that I was wasting my abilities for those illiterate   ministers, who just know to loot the countries money and fill their bag. The incident brought a fire in me and kept me going.
When I started the agency I had no experience of the field but I had something unique, which kept the fire on.”
I asked “What was that?”


He said “Aviator’s spirit and thus I never lost hope”.


I felt so happy and proud of my friend.


“So what’s the next target Mr. Aviator”?


He said-“Now, I desire to provide my service in every possible place in the world. Where ever any one can point in the world map, I should be able to land my service.


“Certainly you will Captain ”-I said.



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Sunday, 8 January 2012

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» Synopsis

Be an Aviator Not a Pilot is a story of Pilots in Aviation who are unable to cope.

This is not a book to teach you how to get into an Aviation School or even how to live like a Pilot. In fact, it describes how one can become a Successfull Aviator not just an Airplane Driver [ So called Pilot ] with very small changes in life.

Also Why abroad trained Pilots are better Aviator and Why FAA, CASA, CAAP, CAA are better civil Aviation Authority then DGCA.


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The Baron B 58 Story






Flying...the most exotic journey, challenges to do a little more better with each flight.

This was my first cross country after achieving my Private Pilot License.

I was very excited about this flight, as now I will be able to explore more Airports
then previous monotonous flights.

I decided to take my friend Rahul along, as a passenger as well as my safety Pilot
for my cross country.

So with all the energy and enthusiasm I and Rahul planned a long cross-country,
covering four Airports. We had long distance to cover.

With perfect planning and briefing, we were ready to go.

Weather was good; we had calm winds and clear skies.

Night flying here in Texas is generally what I find the best time of flying

As we hardly get any air traffic and thus we rule the sky.

We departed in our Piper Cherokee that’s a light aircraft designed for flight training .
We took off from Arlington my base Airport, at 22:00.
It was pleasant weather, and view of our city from 8000 ft at night was simply
breathtaking. So enjoying the ride, we landed to our first destination Stephenville.
It has a small uncontrolled Airport. We decided to halt there and enjoy some time in
famous barbeque located close to Airport, which also provide golf cart in Airport to
reach barbeque.

After landing we taxied to parking, it was dead dark, there was a beechcraft Baron
parked in there.

Parking my plane next to beautiful Baron seemed a good idea.

It was hypnotizing, the sleek Baron, Was in my own fantasy world while passing the
Baron on my right. Hitting it with my wing tip woke me up.

Banggg....!!!. I freeze but managed to quickly cut the engine power, it was too late
though, we looked at each other in astonishment, thinking where to start from.
At last we came to life and took some vital steps before examining the damage.

After shutting down our plane, we pushed it at proper place, and parked it.

Then we went to Baron, and examined what I have done to it.

It was a deep dirty dent in its left propeller governor unfortunately given by me and
we could feel some deformation inside by touching it.

We were speechless; all the excitement flees away!!

We headed back to our plane and were sitting inside, wondering what to do next.

Silence took over.

All the excitement was gone, I was wondering, Ohh...I have just banged my plane
into another plane double in size of my plane. What my instructor will say, my friends
 think of me, above all what if I have to pay for it all.

 In this moment of dilemma I see Rahul suddenly smiling, I couldn’t stop myself
punching his nose but before I can do that he said-Hey ,at least our plane is alright,
look at our super duper wing, it’s still shining after hitting the Baron. I saw my plane
and he was All right, under that stress it felt nice to feel good about something.

By now my brain was stabilised, and we started thinking what can be done.
There was no one in vicinity, no plane, no person just nobody other then four
of us. Yah me, Rahul, our Cherokee and angry Baron, it felt as if he was staring
at me like a wrestler who just got his nose broken.

Anyway it would have been very easy for both of us to escape from there as nobody
saw us.

Still none of us had strength to just leave Baron like that.

Because inside I knew it was a blunder, my conscience couldn’t allow me to run away
 just like that.

Finally we together made a decision to leave a note mentioning my name, contact details,
apologizing and specifying what I have done.

We took off and came back to Arlington. As we knew the tail number of the plane we
wanted to know who does it belong , and how much new governor of Baron can cost
us in case owner ask us to pay.

We thought not to tell this incident to anyone and pay the owner for governor so
nobody in flying school will come to know, and we will be safe from their anger.

We came back to Arlington, our flying school was locked.

But we have a broken window their big enough for a person to get in.

We got in through the window like thieves, switched on the computer and searched
the owner of plane .It was a Private plane owned by Mr. Donald, who lives in
Stephenville itself.

And the cost of governor for that plane started from 2000 $.

T-W-O  T-H-O-U-S-A-N-D D-O-L-L-O-R-S!!  It means 98000 Indian Rupees.

Cost of a second hand car or .... new apple laptop!!

What will I say to my father...:-(

 Quiet disappointed we headed home from flying school.

One day passed but we didn’t receive any call from that man.

I thought maybe he won’t call ever.

But still somewhere inside I was guilty and I told Rahul that I want to tell everything
to Capt. Miloud, who is our school director and owner, and also our examiner.

He is supposed to know everything happening with his planes and I will feel relived
too.

Thus we went heading to Capt. Miloud and narrated entire incident to him.

I could see his burning anger. He explained me how important it is

To taxi slowly, and explained me in detail every step to be kept in mind while taxing.
Those things became my guideline and I clearly got a lesson for life long.

At the end he appreciated me for being honest to him and said he is proud of it.

Wow...These instructors know it, how students feels, those magic words by Capt. Miloud in the
 end changed everything.  All the guilt was gone and we were fuelled back with
energy.

However it didn’t end up here.

After two days when I was doing my pre-flight check for my flight I got a call from an
unknown number, and not really to my surprise it was an old angry man on phone
and said –I am Donald calling, Is it Rita?

I said yes.

He said-What have you done to my plane.

Are you a CPL holder?

I said-No sir, I am a Private Pilot.

Which school are you from; I want to talk to your instructor.

I gave him Capt. Miloud’s number and he kept the phone.

Phew..!! This man sounds so disturbed ..he will definitely not leave me like that

It would have been impossible to deal with this man alone. Thank god I said everything
to Capt. Miloud already.

He called Capt. Miloud and was asking more than $ 5000 to pay him for his loss.

Capt. Miloud has been in aviation for more than fifty years, he knew it he is asking way more.
Capt. Miloud said him that he will get broken part of the plane for him

My flying school got a new propeller governor for the Baron for 1800 $, out of which


He decided to pay 600 $ from his side as gift for my honesty, even Rahul wanted to
contribute and he did. I had to pay 700 $ from my pocket.

I myself along with Rahul took a flight to Stephenville with new governor for his
plane. On my way I was wondering this guy owns a Baron worth $ 1320 000, still
he wanted to make money out of me.

Rahul, clearly reading my mind said-It’s always about money.

I nodded my head.

He said-Don’t think much, just keep doing well.

Good things happen to good people. I smiled back to him.



Soon we could see the runway. We landed at Stephenville Airport.

 There we met this man Donald.

I introduced myself to him, and he asked me about his part.

We handed it to him.

Then he said us his part of story that he didn’t read the note we left at first.

He was just about to start his plane when he saw the note attached to windshield .
When he read he checked his governor and came to know about it.

It felt as shockwave ran inside us. This man missed dented governor in his
pre-flight!!!!

 If we had not left the note there he might have departed with defected part

And there might have been any problem up in the air.

If anything like that would have happened I throughout my life would have not been
able to forgive myself.

I felt so fortunate and great for the right decision I made.

Following your heart gives the satisfaction and the ultimate power to move on.

I was so proud of myself and I turned to Rahul and said.. It’s not always about money.

Listening to your heart, being honest with yourself can give you joy which no
money can buy,

I was amazed by the fact that how each flight not only makes us a better Pilot but
also a better person.


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