Monday, November 28, 2005
paSSion for flying
“So flying is your childhood dream. You must be really passionate about flying then?” asked one of my friends over a coffee table.
I don’t know what is passion. I only know that I feel really HIGH after executing a good landing and conversely, extremely LOUSY after a rough one.
“If you are not paid or paid as much as what you are getting now to do the job, will you still fly?”
I was speechless. It was like an exclusively interview with a talk-show host on TV. The whole world was waiting for my answer.
Well, it’s the whole package that I am after, I guess. Besides handling the high-tech flying machine, I also look forward to immerse myself in many different layover stations in various countries and cultures. I always feel so lucky and fortunate to be able to go for authentic food in its countries of origin. I can go for Beijing Duck in Beijing today, fly to Singapore for Singapore Laksa tomorrow and two days later, Palak Paneer (Indian cottage cheese) in New Delhi. And many many more, Lamb shank in Christchurch, Sushi in Osaka, Fish and Chips in Perth, Serloin Steak in Johannesburg, etc etc.
“But you are not answering the question, Specky Pilot. Let me rephrase the question. If you already have a billion dollar in your bank account today, will you still be flying?”
Yes, I will still be flying. But not sitting in the cockpit man. I would rather sitting in the First Class sipping champagne, enjoying the in-flight entertainment having the freedom to do what I want anytime I want.
“But what happened to that childhood dream of yours? That picture of you walking across the departure hall flanked by stewardesses drawing the attention of everyone?”
Yes, it does feel good being in that picture now. But that picture itself doesn’t help in motivating me to wake up at 4 in the morning to prepare for work.
Hey, common, I still need money to survive. Can glamour and passion pay the bills? No. But it does make my working life more interesting.
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