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I walked out of the broken plane, says Mangalore crash survivor

I walked out of the broken plane, says Mangalore crash survivor

I walked out of the broken plane, says Mangalore crash survivor


mangaloretoday.com / Blog | Pradeep Kotyan

Mangalore, March 13: Air India Express Flight 812 from Dubai to Mangalore crashed on May 22, 2010. Of the 160 passengers and crew on board, only eight survived. One of them was Pradeep G Kotyan, now 32, who used to work as a technical supervisor at a private company in Dubai. He now stays with his mother in Mangalore, and runs a real estate business.
 
I couldn’t have been happier. I was about to fly to my hometown in Mangalore to attend my brother’s wedding. I had been granted 15 days’ leave.
 
At the Dubai airport, I struck up a conversation with one of my co-passengers, a friendly young fellow who was also from my hometown. Unhappy with his job, he was leaving Dubai for good.

 

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We got along quite well. So much, that after boarding, he requested the person sitting next to me, to exchange seats with him.
 
The flight was like any other - children moving around, a crying baby and so on - until 30 minutes before our arrival in Mangalore, when all of a sudden we felt as though the plane had dropped several feet. It was just for a moment, but a scary one.
 
Sometime later, when the announcement for landing was made, I fastened my seat belt, happy that I would meet my family soon.

But that happiness did not last long. Just as we landed, I knew something was wrong. The plane was moving way too fast for a landing. And then, all of a sudden, it started shaking violently.
 
The next thing I remember is hearing screams from every direction. Everything seemed out of control.
 
My seat had turned upside down. I couldn’t see anything. There was smoke everywhere. It was really hot. My eyes were burning. There was a stench.
 
I somehow managed to get up, walk a bit, and luckily found an opening. The plane had broken.
 
I got out, and found myself in a jungle. There were a few others who managed to escape like me. But we could not save anyone. There was too much smoke.

Then, suddenly, there was a blast - the plane was burning really bad. Four years later, I still cannot believe it was for real.
 
At that time, I did not even realize how badly I was burnt - my forehead, my hair, my ears, my legs and hands were all burnt. I was almost naked.
 
I am grateful to the local people who took us to the hospital.
 
I just want to reach out to the relatives of the missing passengers of the Malaysia Airlines plane and tell them - you need to keep praying. You cannot do anything else. After all, nothing is in our hands.
 
I really hope they are alive and safe. I pray no one has to ever go through what we went through.

No one deserves it.

It is not easy to get over a plane crash. Planes fly over my house, reminding me daily. There is no getting away. I sometimes cannot even sleep. I can still see those children walking up and down the flight.

At the end of the day, I believe it was the good deeds of my father, who was a social worker, that saved my life, and I am grateful for that.


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