OK I will elaborate.
For very obvious reasons, I can take no names.
I was the 3rd person in the cockpit. I had a economy ticket of course, I was not smuggled on board. I boarded, like any other passenger and as soon as I was onboard, the crew supervisor informed me that the captain had called me in the cockpit. She had been warned to look for a guy in bright red shorts. I kept my bag in the overhead compartment and I sat in the cockpit at the airport at Mumbai, while the flight was on the ground. I kept my head very low so that I was not spotted on flight, while on ground.
The plane got into the queue to take off. It was fun to say the least. All along I sat in the 3rd seat behind the 2 pilots. Finally when our turn came, we took off.
Once we took off, I was made to sit very comfortably on the flight. The pilots showed me around the cockpit and soon stuck up newsapapers to reduce the glare (sunfilm not allowed).
The crew was well aware that I was in the cockpit, as they served me a great meal inside.
The Captain showed me a view that I will never forget. At this point I had no camera, but I was allowed to take photos (of the view only) if I wished. Unfortunately I had forgotten my camera.
When you see a plane skim the edge of the clouds, ripping the clouds open like tearing white candy floss into little bits, you realise, you can see nothing from the little side-holes they call windows.
If anyone is a pilot here, he will smile and nod, because he knows exactly what I am talking about.
I was allowed to speak only if the captain nodded. I would make a sign to show that I wanted to speak and if he shook his head I would keep quiet.
I always wondered how a plane keeps a constant altitude. I always had visions of an altimeter and the pilots pulling up on the joystick till that altitude was reached. It is not so. There is a little dial, like a volume control. You set the altitude and the plane does the rest and maintains it.
Want to go lower? Turn the dial to the desired height and the plane does the rest. Amazing. Made me feel like the electronics I handle in my life are primitive.
There are many more absolutely wonderful things in a cockpit, stuff you would not believe. No, I will not pretend I understood every thing.
Eventually the time came to land in chennai. The captain asked the first officer to make the landing and he supervised.
When the time came, the first officer made a perfect landing. After all wheels had touched ground, as promised, the captain motioned for me to hold the reverse thrust lever, then placed his own hand on it and applied the necessary thrust.
He did it. But my hand was on it and my hair was standing.
After the plane landed, I was instructed to keep my head as low as possible while the plane taxied. After all the passengers got off, I got out from the cockpit and deplaned.
Yes, this happened. I was sober, 31 years old and I was given an experience I will never forget till my dying day. These are the things that add colour and memories to your life.
And Rtech, it was a commercial flight. A big bird. I'll tell you over a drink soon. There is also a little more to this story.
Last edited by Sam Kapasi : 20th August 2007 at 12:20.
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