Voices from the Heart

By Kenneth Sequeira

This journey, Voices from the Heart, started off with techno-verse, as I call it, narrating my passion for aircraft in the early 1980s. Along the way, I shared so many beautiful moments with friends and family that I decided to record it in narrative form. There were others who wanted to express their emotions and could not do so, and I already had so many stories to tell, so I decided to put them all down in a series of books. This book is also an outpouring of feelings and emotions of those people who I was fortunate enough to meet. For through them I realise how fortunate some of us are, how we all have some secrets that have left a permanent scar that may or may not heal. More importantly it helps us understand how complicated human nature is. They all have left me the gift of relating their experiences to all those who are willing to listen.

Here is a toast to all those who have opened up their hearts to share their feelings and emotions with us!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jun 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503505322

Kenneth Sequeira

The author Ken Sequeira grew up in the city of Bombay, India. His early years were spent around the airport at Santa Cruz, and his experiences in the airline industry helped him travel and expand on his passion for aircraft and photography. He is well-known for his aviation art and his interest in aviation collectables. Some of his work can be seen on his website www.aerocollectors.com. He is also a keen foodie and shares his passion for food with his friends. This is the first of many more books to come.

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Copyright © 2015 by Kenneth Sequeira.

ISBN:      Softcover           978-1-5035-0531-5

               eBook                  978-1-5035-0532-2

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

All illustrations were created by Kenneth Sequeira

Rev. date: 06/10/2015

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Contents

Preface

The Letter That Started It All

Negotiating Our Journey Thru Life

Your Life is Like a Canvas Lets Toast To It

The Song Of The Aeronauts

Eye in the Sky

The Red Super Stars

The Nine Fins

The Sentinel of The Seas

Supersonic Star

Queen of the Skies

The Unsung Heroes Of The Air

Plug Into The Heart Of The Airline

India’s Brightest New Star

The Bandra Bugger

Foughias and Fodhias

The Best Eating Places In Town

The Bombay Dabbawalla

Lassi Fassi

God Dwells In Our Hearts Alone

My Guardian Angel

The Music Of The Wind

The World Cup Song

Summer Holidays in Goa

Zikrayat

We Have Failed as Humanity

Singing Alone in The Darkness

Friendship or Fame

The Soft Touch of Petals

The Fire Burning In My Heart

There Was Something You Wanted To Tell Me

What Love Can Do For Others

You Will Always Be In My Heart

Heading Down The Highway Of Hope

Is Your Heart Big Enough For Me

Love Is All this and More

My Life Has Changed So Much Since You’ve Been Around

Why Break their Hearts

We Miss Each Other As Best Friends

Still Waiting For Your Call

Friendship Is Like An Old Pair Of Jeans

The Penguin and the Rabbit

Why is it So Hard to be Human

One Good Deed for Today

The Shadows of Time

Do We Know Where We Are Going

It Has Hurt All my Life When People Use Me

We Have Made It Seem All Right

What We Can Do For Others Others Can Do For You

Faces Are The Barcode Of The Human Race

Pressure is the Obnoxious Voice In Your Head

What People Ask Me and I Ask Of Them In Return

Will You Be a Giver or a Taker

Do We Really Have Time For Ourselves

The Lost Gains Of war

Time Given Can Never Be Replaced

God is My Favourite Author

Crossroads Of Life

There Is No Time To Be Slack Anymore

What If they Cried War And Nobody Came

We Are All Playing A Deadly Game

James Bond – The Man Known as Double Oh Seven

Preface

From a very young age I have been interested in movies and reading. My Dad always loved movies and would take us to the local theatres for the latest Hollywood films. My mum loved movies too and had a passion for reading and that rubbed off onto us. We always had the latest Enid Blyton books or Commando comics and my favourites the Encyclopaedias. To those who have grown up in the age of Google and the internet this may sound strange but we developed a close bond with our parents who thought knowledge was power. Knowledge that provided a great insight and understanding into what was happening around us. To us an incident happening in another part of the world was interesting, as it would link up with some other incident that happened locally.

Unfortunately knowledge today is judged by the way you can use the internet as a search tool. Take away that power from people and they don’t know how to search for answers.

The way that the media captures the attention of the world via headlines is pretty selective. We only get what we need to know. So many of us have lost the ability to understand what is happening around us, as a result of passive ignorance and the lack of time to do our own analysis.

I have always been a story teller, but a story teller of fact rather than fiction. I believe that if real life experiences are not told in an interesting way they become boring. If they are boring people never remember them and they also have to have a bit of humour thrown in, to make it interesting as no one will remember a very serious story. Those who have thought my real life experiences were fiction, have then experienced something first hand either with me or as part of their lives and that has changed their outlook to life forever.

It has also been my belief that if someone you made an impression on, is not able to relate your experience to someone else, then there is something wrong with the way you told the story. Recognising the fact that I had the gift and there were so many people out there who were not so forthcoming in relating their experiences, I have shared their hidden feelings in the form of poetry.

Why poetry you may ask? Good question and I stumbled upon the answer quite accidentally. In my early years of travelling overseas I had travelled to the UK and the US and met a lot of my Dads relatives for the first time and along the way, a good friend who was willing to sponsor my studies in the US. I was touched by their hospitality and they all fulfilled my childhood dream of seeing an unimaginable amount of aircraft at air shows and museums both in the UK and the US. Aviation is my other passion besides writing, illustration and collectables.

Anyway, on the flight back home I started writing thank you letters. I wrote them in narrative form and then suddenly realised that some of the sentences rhymed. I rearranged the lines and all of a sudden I had a verse. Multiple verses then turned into a poem. I thought that this would be something different, so I sent it to Karl, the gentleman in the US and waited for his reply. He said that I had written something unique, something that he would always treasure