My Thrilling flight journey to bangalore

Just wanted to share this incident with u guys.

I was going to Bangalore to visit my hometown. The flight was to depart by 4.40pm and the scheduled landing time was 6.20pm.

Everything was fine for the first 35 minutes and the clouds started appearing after that. Dense Clouds. Some how I was feeling uneasy about my plane choice (but wanted to try new one this time) and the service. Don't know why I was feeling that. Then suddenly the fight started to vibrate a bit, due to clouds I guess.
I was staring at a damn pretty girl who was sitting just in front of me…:)

The flight started vibrating more and more and started moving upwards leaning rightward. May be one of the turbine had to cut through the clouds and the other didnt. I don't know where it came from or it was just my illusion, I started getting burnt oil smell (I was sitting in the last row). Everybody started screaming . After 3 seconds the flight took a downward movement (I can say a 40-50 degree downward angle). A couple of ppl flew out of seat and hit the cabin roof. (Now I understand, this is why they ask us to wear the seat-belts…:) )
The coffee in somebody's glass was so excited to splash on to the roof (not the cabin luggage roof, the other one). The luggage bags in the cabin started falling. By this time everybody was sure that this might be their last journey of their life. I started planning what to do if the plane tears apart into two and if the air enters inside ( I know it was foolish/over confidence but I am just penning everything which happened inside my head and outside at that moment). Was also trying to recall the images of crashed planes and which parts remained safe even after crash. I scolded myself for not opting the Insurance to save 129 rupees in the flight charge.
I thought of running to the crew and ask for a parachute. ( I just didn't wanted to die) I even planned of jumping with crew, forcefully grabbing them. I felt the parachute can hold the weight of two people. All these happened in less than a minute.

By that time the plane returned to normal and I could see sweat and tension in almost every face. The crew whose cabin was just behind me started talking and one said to another "Thank god, This the Second and most severe thing I came across".
After this the Captain announced that the plane returned to normal and crew can serve the needed items. They came with dozens of tissue papers and water bottles. Nobody was in a mood to get off the seat. After 3 minutes people felt the need of toilet. I could see the shivering hands while they passed by.
After two more minutes the captain announced 'The weather is bad outside and we expect more turbulence. Request the crew to proceed to their seat'. Everybody rushed to their seats. The guy who was sitting a seat after me asked me if he can sit beside me. I could see the fear of on his face (I was also terrified, but somehow it was not that visible on my face). He sat beside me and almost held my hands . (I wished it would have been so nice if it were that girl sitting in front of me).
May be I was comparatively less scary bcoz I thought I knew there is very little we can do on this and just hope for the best.
The next 25 minutes journey was horrible. We were breathing slowly, sitting straight. Even the slight vibration was enough to freak us out. There was no talking and the artificial smiles were exchanged to ease the situation.
We all were so happy when the flight landed. When we boarded the bus which picked up from the flight, the Pilot too came in with us. Someone asked him what went wrong. He was in no mood to accept that something went wrong and justified by saying "This happens, Arre this is nothing. In rainy season there are chances of experiencing worser vibrations."

So what is the result of this incident on me? When the day came to return back to mumbai, same flight, something inside me told not to board this flight (This something is fear of death of course). Then the justifications for canceling the flight started popping in my head wearing the face of practicality, calculative risk, sixth sense etc… Finally they over ruled my resistance to accept my fear of death and switched the flight from to 'Spicejet'.
I would have looked wiser if I had read a flight-accident in the news paper. Thankfully it didn't happened and I realized that I had lost 1000 rupees for switching flight, but no regrets…:)

After i returned to my office i browsed through the images to find out my logics...and guess what i was correct. The people sitting at tail end has more chances of surviving an air crash (69%)
Damn this might be the only case where i would like to be at the end.

Still Living
Vikram