I was watching the rains from the window. It was going on consistently now for sometime. It had rained all night and now the whole morning. Had with me a hot cup of coffee in my hands and sipping it. I was feeling great. This is what vacations should be like, I thought. I was at my Dadi’s place. I was watching the skies. A plane was flying in the midst of clouds. Slowly it was engulfed by the dark looking menacing cloud. My Dadu had come beside me and sat down. He looked at the sky.

“How do they fly the plane in this weather?” Dadu asked.

“I mean in all that dense cloud, how does the pilot know what is in front of him??”

I quickly glanced to Dadu. I smiled at his ignorance for technology.

“Well Dadu” I said, “It’s not exactly driving a four wheeler, you know!!”

“What do you mean? There should be clear visibility when they fly. Why are they risking all the lives of that many passengers in this weather. These people are crazy.” Dadu said.

I laughed. “Dadu”, I said, “Flying planes is not like normal driving. There are computers that help the pilot to map the flight. And they have continuous touch with ground control. So the pilot do not have the necessity to look ahead or have clear visibility.”

“You mean while landing and take off the pilot is blind. Then how come they land? One of these days, they will have a major accident. What’s a computer going to do? A pilot is necessary for plane controls. I do not like these computers. They are not good you know. In my times, it was the pilot who did all the flying. Why is the pilot needed if there are computers? I tell you ….these people should stick to only manual controls.” Dadu said. 

I kept on smiling. His child like ignorance about the computers in this age was a little humorous. I did not want to argue. I kept quite and kept smiling. Sipping on hot coffee.

“I tell you, if they ever crash on my house, I will give them a mouthful or two.” Dadu continued saying.

I could not help laughing on hearing this.

“It’s ok Dadu. Leave the poor pilot with his plane alone. I am sure they would not want to mess with you.” I said to my 75 year old Dadu, smilingly.

“They better stay away from this house.” He grumbled. And then he went away.

I kept on looking at the sky, with the coffee in my hands. And could not help smiling on his innocent ignorance. It was refreshing to know that this exists even today in this world.