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: Kameez, at the Front ||

It was time. "Please fasten your seatbelts as directed. Our certified pilot Rizwan Hussain will set off your journey in next three minutes," declared an automated AI voice. Our floater, with the help of its landing thrusters, rose vertically upwards, then momentarily wobbled as usual while fine tuning its position with its movable fans on four wings. Naturally the wobbling scares many first experienced ones, so I assured my co-passenger, "TeslaGifts Airways are safe to travel," at which he turned at me and informed, "It is interesting to note that Nikola Tesla, a western innovator was greatly influenced by the 1896 meeting with an eastern yogi, Swami Vivekananda. 'The Vedantic cosmology will be placed on the surest of foundations,' he said and so it is today."

I could see an air of pride and confidence on his face and could relate to what he meant, so stirred up the conversation a bit, "So is this race." A medium bearded man of 30s wearing a black kameez went past by our seat towards the cockpit for the washroom.

My reply made the saffron man look deep into my eyes, "The word race historically traces back to 14th century BC, meaning an act of running, as in Norse or old English. Its modern usage is figurative that actually implies how far, to what extent, how much progress, a group of people has made where the grouping is lined by individuals who contribute to that progress, not by their geographical location or native language or physical appearance."

An etymological viewpoint expanding one word into fifty is the crispiest treatment that would add to my report as a lateral discourse to The High Command. My eyes went as far as the nearest seat beside cockpit where a one year baby was taking nap on its mother's lap, while all I could think was "We are the children of history and fathers of future."

The Indian, like a mystic arrested my thoughts and continued his sermon, "It's like the children ranking topper or lower in class but still being very good friends of each other, not looking down on anyone because everyone is a winner in distinct aspects. Everyone is needed for a collective progress of humankind."

His words had an incisive effect but were interrupted after sometime by a nearby seated overweighted bespectacled old man crabbing with a hostess, "Everytime I see it's red. I need to go else give me a bottle." It was a scene ! "Needhi, << zara dekh toh >>," she asked another hostess. "Sir, is everything okay inside ?" Needhi knocked at the washroom door. After half a minute, the man inside came out quite tensed and went past us to his seat. I could observe some drops of sweat on his forehead, despite the internal air cooling going on. The other hostess escorted the old man to his need.

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