I've felt so helpless and upset since I learnt of the missing plane on the Saturday morning of 8 March. Why? Because of the proximity, any one of us could have been on that flight to Beijing. Because at the age of my kids, they are now capable of travelling on their own. Because of the circus-like handling at press conferences, I feel even more empathy for the loved ones clinging to the thinnest thread of hope.
No one doubts this is a very difficult situation for any government to handle. But by now, by their own doing, no one doubts 'their' incompetence or lack of PR skills either.
This is probably the dumbest thing I've ever written on this blog but this is my take on where the plane is. I told it to my husband and son on 11 March 2014 and they of course reacted with disbelief (at how crazy I can be). Like the hundreds and thousands of busybody armchair, online, warriors, my take on the missing plane is:
In the direction of "Sumatra" -- > In a ravine near a remote coast, somewhere near the Indian Ocean --> Some survivors.
Okay, laugh all you want. If some witch doctor at KLIA is allowed to tell you his take, then so shall I. At least I am not saying it is either in the air or in the ocean!
When I told that to my son on 11 March, he rolled his eyes in exasperation at me and reminded me that the 'INDIAN OCEAN' was in the opposite direction of the intended flight path. I just kept quiet. That is until today, when I learnt that U.S investigators have started searching the Indian Ocean. Keeping my fingers crossed. Please God, help.
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