To narrate a story which is real that’s not my job , usaully I prefer Samuels to do it , well one reason I like Samuels is because once a upon a time I dreamt to be a journalist , strange when people dream of becoming princess here a princess dreamt of something  odinary ….well that’s what I always wanted to be a journalist , writter but being a princess there are somethings I have to stay away from one being the media ….I also wanted to be a traveler that’s why I admire my friend George who I introduced in my previous story narration ….these were a princess’s desires very dear quite meaningless now but whenever  I could see them again  it always delights me ….One reason I was attracted to John was his aircraft pilot , fighter plane flyer profession , again something I wanted to be …I lived my desire with John , its almost like a unforgettable one night stand  and the truth is whoever I am and whatever I wanted to do , I still would do it if my feelings calls it , my instincts are my guide and destiny ….thou as a princess I usually surpress my personal charm , I feel like a sacrifice by itself , I noticed that’s how someone else at someother time felt ….well anyway I was narrating my love story for Samuels to understand or perhaps because it’s a princess story too thou not as brilliant as the one  Edward Samuels wrote (yes the one which won the man booker prize )

George felt John was a hard nut to crack ( which he is ofcourse ) , non-interested in George’s friendly curiosity on him itself ! …. John is someone a little like George , he never notices feelings others may have on him .He likes doing his job a master class way ,except that John is not emotionally excitable while George is .

John was interesting being quasi- mysterious and George liked him.

Perhapes theses guides are in someway like journalists interested in interesting charactors (thou I refer only to Samuels when I say journalists ) ….

John was awe you can’t caugh hold of ,and his toufness was a sweet smatness that he so loosely demonstrates without himself knowing …(gentel touf master is what I would nick name if I nick name him that is )….George was bulldozed in John’s tour and there was one thing that completely bulldozed the guide specialist …..

It must have been Georges questioning that drove John to give the guide the plane ride that’s what I feel thou George did’nt tell me that .

John took George to show him the aerial view of things . As George got the view , he gave George more , delightfully stunning George  with his stuns ! .

Ofcourse , it were the slow stuns carefully manueared to give the anglic view of the area ,

Keeping George excited and relaxed but it was a never to forget experience for George and he got tears in his eyes  after John’s plane ride .

 (I wonder how many stares George might have given to John , those stares of

Amazement , thou on John none would have penetrated in him .Thats John’s class ! , like those stunning plane rides of him , mighty  and cool which beckons amazement ) .

After this George was free to spend his time in the camp , being part of having guy kind of fun what ever it was that I can only imagine for George wouldn’t tell me  .

Hard core John seemed to have been enjoying it too , open style side of him that I wish I get to see .John like me for people is somewhat like me , because they fell it is difficult to understand him .Despite everything John is quite emotional , its just he is unnoticeable in the surface .

George had told me all this about John , when I told him about my plane riding classes I

was having with a crazy yet amazing rider whose name I never got to know .

It was John he knew it when I described the events , the plane ride , George described John so accurately it got both of us interested in wanting to talk about John , we both were excited in similar levels thinking about that fact that we got to ride with John .

It was then I got interested in John and I knew it , as George was narrating his meeting with John , perhaps John was attraction personified that he struck me princess Mia bringing in her those common female charms  and feelings one would get seeing and thinking about the attractive breed of men ….but it was just a small interest , a curiosity  

nothing more than that  for I can’t allow myself to wander in such spells , I can’t let anything affect me in other words I am supposed to be thought as hard-core person like John in a way  ….

George asked me ,” Looks like he’s got you interested , atleast your classes won’t be boring “

“How can it ? , I won’t be prevented from flying ever after these ride full experiences ! ,

its advantageous for me you see “

George nodded , “ a ride with a real princess lucky fellow ! , its all wasted on him , he would not care for it “

“well , I am no princess its only a breed I have born to be “

I said that firmly ….”its not a fairytail , I am no fairytail I am real “

George looked at me , “ not many people see that do they , Mia ? ,  the person , a women , then a princess , they see it the opposite way .Well the tide will take you where you never know , the tide of freedom where you can be who you are , still you’re a princess only in the real sense , that’s why only a few get to know you well and be close to you “

I shrugged , “these conversations make no sense , tell me when you can take me for a trekking tour ?”

“anytime , you can come with me as I guide groups , you should see those foreigners ,

come once “.I shook my head , “you tell me about India very soon I am to go there “

That’s how the later conversations went after talking about John but I can’t forget the first effects of meeting with John .

  It was a hot afternoon , and it was compulsory I go thru plane ride practice so I get my licence , I already know much of plane riding , horse riding , gun shooting  but not fluent

I hated the idea of sitting with some stranger riding plane , the thing I can do by myself .

Most of them are nervous sitting with me , as a youngster I rode planes with father who was my only worthwhile teacher after a while well , we all got busy .

So , I was waiting at the airfield with planes , helicopters along there .I always daze in good mood to see the flying machines , listening to their engine sounds ,they are like life itself what can I say .

Like , a turbine fan with the wind force making your hair and dress expand , fly and refreshen your body , a helicopter arrived as I stared at it coming near me .

Two men got out of it , one smiling at me , the other waiting for something , as if he had no business with me . “ Ready highness “

I nodded my head as the other men looked at me suddenly in interest .

“Willy “, I smiled , “I could not recognize you brother your taking me for flying practice

He shook his head  , “I know , I have to shave , haircut also , I have to go ,this person would be your trainer .I have some delivery to do , weapons stuff ,have to give instructions , thanks for your help buddy “ .Willy slapped the back of the other man ,

“an expert in everything  , he told me about weapon range and impact , so I can manufacture the perfect weapon “

“Bye , Mia , will see you later “

I waved to Willy as he took off , and we both watched the helicopter go ….

Willy was my personal take care manager but he had other sustaining interests ,

still he is someone I am always happy to see and chat with .

My plane rider had already began selecting a plane , I watched him go about the business ,when finally he looked at me …..”Miss Mia ….princess Mia “ , he seemed to have difficulty in recalling my identity .I responded nodding my head “lets begin then “

“but , I have my own plane I want to ride Mr….”

I seemed to have even more difficulty in recalling his name and that’s impossible for I don’t know his name .I ran behind him , as he got in one sharp beaked plane “ listen , I want to ride only in my plane “

“Miss , fasten your seat belt , put your head gear , your head phones “

I looked at him in disbelief , as he looked back in a cool expression which I felt was rude and cold . “Sorry , I already can drive , I don’t need a trainer , who won’t respect my words , and I am princess Mia ….”

He started the engine , “1,2,3,4,5,6….” I looked around , there was no one noticing yet …

I stood unmoved and he stopped the engine getting down , “you ride and show me princess “ , I looked at him , blinking , “why hesitate , you can ride “ .

He raised his eye brows and I grabed  his offer , in a angry state .

I put my seat beat , and the headphone and started the engine with my heart beating ,

He was already by my side watching ahead .I took forward and  before takeoff I swiched it off .”I am scared , never rode this , only a beginner , your making me nervous “

He smiled at that , and took off …..

He blasted with speed , climbed the invisible stairs of the skyies , I shut my ears at first and jigzagged with his flying .

I saw him adopting his calm composure , hesitating to free my shut ears and observed him ….it was like his senses had opened fully now , he was in such ease and meditation in flying ….I could see his immerse power , his control and it was like he made it a point to make me understand that he was my master trainer , me a novice .

I watched the turns , the twists and sucked on them , lost in ecstasy  , it was like conquering the heavens ….He dived down and stopped .

I was breathless , motionless until he said “your turn”

He watched me and waited ….”your kidding right ,no don’t start it ….I understand”

I envied him “ that was unnecessary ….”

He replied “I wanted to show you “

“what are you army guy doing here ?”

“princess your turn , I don’t ride people who have no passion for flying ?”

I started the engine , “tighten your belt , it will be jerky I am not sure a lady …”

“shut up …”

I started the engine and took off as he guided me , nothing like his manures but I can fly ,

which itself needs accuracy and speed , and I came down crashing almost as he adjusted controls at his side ,so that the landing thou rouf was safe .

I looked at him , “ you need practice Miss … you should drive in stimulation first then the real thing .There is absolutely no room for mistakes , no room for worry “

“its easy for you to say , your trained not to worry about life , its not so for me “

I said that with a twinge of sadness ……

There was silence then and he began …”anyway start the engine “

That was my first encounter with John  and he became my trainer ….

After the class , he removed his helmet and head phone and none of it seemed disturbed ,

As he ruffled his hair anyway ….He walked away as I hesitated to ask his name ,

“your teaching me tomorrow this time again “

He turned and thought “ yes “ and he left  , his face for whatever reason frowning .

(to be continued ……)