Here is an interesting poetic take on a very young flyer’s first solo experience. She who started flying at the age of 17, with the single engine rating obtained from the then operational Yash Air, and the multi-engine from Sydney. With a Bachelors in Science in Aviation, and a type rating on the Airbus A320, Priya Jain is all set to spread her wings when an opportunity at an airline comes knocking. One of the rare few who openly admit, “I always wanted to be the pilot because I wanted people to look at me with respect. So that I can be a white collar officer, so that I can travel the world and at last to have a grand lifestyle.”

I taxied to the runway 31 alone

I took my Cessna by my own

I thought it was a premature take off

But it was not

“Oh! Seat next to me is vacant, idiot”

 

As I was in the air

I started screaming without any care

No one was there to hear

I remembered God for a while

And sung a short hymn

 

Barren land, dried trees and green lake

Seemed to be artistic but fake

My view was entirely different

All because of my merriment

This flight has changed into a festival

It was such a miracle

 

There was a streak of confidence on my face

This was my first step towards success

I was filled with a feeling of responsibility

Oh my Cessna you are so pretty!

 

I was on my final approach

Without any help of my coach

My plane smoothly kissed the runway

I need not to say

 

When I was on ground

My landing made others spell bound

My shirt was scribbled with compliments

It was the colorful proof of my achievement

 

This was the most beautiful present

I have ever got to clear the test

Thanks to my Sir

My dearest teacher, my instructor

Your importance in my life can never be lost

I want to raise him a toast

On this wonderful day

HAPPY SOLO DAY