Group – 2 (Diamond)

Team captain- Mahalakshmi

Team Members:
Nivedha chinmaya
Padmashree
Nandabalan
Utsav roy Chowdhury
 The black areophane

The story “Black Aero plane” is about a pilot who feels happy and contended to fly over a city that is
sleeping. He is flying from Paris to London. He is fantasizing about the scrumptious breakfast he would
have upon landing. As soon as he crosses Paris, he gets a look of the dark clouds that were a sign of the
upcoming storm. The right decision would have been to turn back to Paris for the sake of safety. But he
being overshadowed by his dreams and not wanting to delay them, risks the life of his passengers and
heads straight into the storm. Everything gets dark, he is unable to see, all his direction instruments
stopped functioning and he lost control of the plane. When all hope was lost, he saw another plane
whose pilot was more than willing to rescue them. The author was panicking as there was very less
amount of fuel left. The anonymous pilot guided them out of the storm and disappeared as soon as they
saw light. Upon landing, when he asks the lady in the control room about the other pilot, he is left in
shock when she says that his was the only plane in the sky.

Actually we know lot of stories about UFO (unidentified flying object) sights all over the world. According
to me one of such alien spaceship had helped the pilot to overcome his problem and reach the
destination safely. because the alien space ship also has not identified in the radar so for. so according
to my point of view I think that alien space ship has helped him.

Thank you

By: Mahalakshmi
 THE BLACK AEROPLANE
The story about the black areoplane is indeed mysteries it ended with a question mark making everyone
curious about the black areoplane

Who was it what was he doing in middle of nowhere!! In my theory it can’t be a person there is no
chance the radar can miss something like a plane unless the lady wasn’t doing her work well.

In my theory the black areoplane is a supernatural encounter by the piolet because he was in critical
situations I know it’s very strange thing to say it’s paranormal but I have two justifications why I think its
paranormal first it has no light in its wings but still it moves and that too it was dark and storm above all,
the piolet never saw the black areoplane leave the storm even though he was following the black
areoplane like an obedient child. So how did he miss the black areoplane at the end when he was
following it behind?

Anyways, at the end the piolet was able to meet his family all well

With a strange experiences share.

Thank you

By: T. Nivedha chinmaya

The black areoplane

Starting with a small gist of the story the narrator is a pilot who is so
eager to reunite with his family and have a good English breakfast that
he takes the wrong decision of facing the storms instead of doing the
right thing Miraculously, he somehow managed to escape the storm
with the help of a mysterious Areoplane.
Starting with my creative ending. When the narrator took the risk of
going into the storm, for and went inside & after! a few minutes in the
black clouds he reached the eye (center) of the storm which for a few
minutes took him to an alternate reality a parallel universe The black
areoplane belonged to this reality and it guided the pilot to get him out
the storm, & but when the narrator came out of the storm to he was
back into the normal reality. didn't realize any of it and believed
everything was going simultaneously so when he landed and asked the
lady in the control tower and she said his Dakota was the only one
flying that night he was astonished and but he puzzled

He went home next his day and had desired diner with to his family, but
this thought of the black areoplane was troubling him So at night he
slowly started recalling the events, suddenly he remembered that when
he went near the center of the storms he heard some noise of breaking
of glass and saw some glass breaking in the middle of sky he wondered
about it made his research for years, read books about weird events,
and came to a conclusion which was widen from previous incidents
and theories plus his own one that there was a multiverse. But when he
said about this everyone called him a mad man and laughed at him so
after few months, he decided to go back into the storm and find it
himself with proof so he did, but when he went in this time there was
no black areoplane to guide him out as he expected, so he went sleep
into the alternate reality and got caught in it. "That's why we still don't
know about the multiverse

By: Padmashree
 The black areoplane

The story of black aeroplane is kind of mysterious. The ending of the story is a mystery as the black
aeroplane rescued the pilot is it so. I think it may be a illusion as pilot was eagerly wanted to reach home
for taking breakfast with his family. He took the stormy path. All the instruments and equipment failed
but his faith and strength made him out from bad weather. And the black aeroplane maybe his illusion
in that condition.

This is my first theory

And I have another one like why it can be a dream i think that it was his dream because the lady in
control room was sure that there is no aeroplane flying rather than Dakota and no aeroplane was caught
in the radar to its impossible if there is a plane it must be showed in radar so why it can be a dream .

Anyway both are theory’s and no one knows what happened at the end

Thank you

By: Nandabalan
 The Black Areoplane (Ending)

Paris was about 150 kilometers behind me when I saw the clouds. Storm clouds. They were huge. They
looked like black mountains standing in front of me across the sky. I knew I could not fly up and over
them, and I did not have enough fuel to fly around them to the north or south.

“I ought to go back to Paris,” I thought, but I wanted to get home. I wanted that breakfast.

‘I’ll take the risk,’ I thought, and flew that old Dakota straight into the storm.

Inside the clouds, everything was suddenly black. It was impossible to see anything outside the aero
plane. The old areoplane jumped and twisted in the air. I looked at the compass. I couldn’t believe my
eyes: the compass was turning round and round and round. It was dead. It would not work! The other
instruments were suddenly dead, too.

I tried the radio. “Paris Control? Paris Control? Can you hear me?” There was no answer. The radio was
dead too. I had no radio, no compass, and I could not see where I was. I was lost in the storm.

As the old Dakota twisted and turned in the storm as strong winds pushed against it. I was trying my
hardest to gain control of the plane and try to steer it out of the storm, but the angry black clouds
seemed to stretch forever in every direction. I had almost given up hope when I noticed another
aeroplane near me. It was painted deep black and it didn’t have any lights on its wings. Its pilot waved to
me through the cockpit glass and turned towards me. I was very glad indeed to see another person.

“Follow me” he was saying. “Follow me”

“He knows that I am lost” I thought “He’s trying to help me”

He turned his aeroplane to the north, right in front of my Dakota so it would be easier for me to follow
him. I felt a calm sense of relief as I followed the plane like an obedient child.

After half an hour the strange black aeroplane was still there in front of me in the clouds. There was only
enough fuel in the old Dakota’s last tank to fly for five or ten minutes more. I was starting to feel
frightened again. But then he started to go down and I followed through the storm.

Suddenly I came out of the clouds and saw two long straight lines of lights in front of me. It was a
runway! An airport! I was safe! I turned to look for my friend in the black aeroplane, but the sky was
empty. There was nothing there. The black aeroplane was gone. I could not see it anywhere.

I landed and was not sorry to walk away from the old Dakota near the control tower. I went and asked a
woman in the control centre where I was and who the other pilot was. I wanted to say ‘Thank you’. She
looked at me very strangely, and then laughed. “Another aeroplane? Up there in this storm? No other
aeroplanes were flying tonight. Yours was the only one I could see on the radar.”
So who helped me to arrive there safely without a compass or a radio, and without any more fuel in my
tanks? Who was the pilot on the strange black aeroplane, flying in the storm, without lights?

A strange feeling of uneasiness came over me as I enquired further “What place is this? Is this Paris?” I
asked the woman. “Paris, why?” she replied. I simply nodded my head as I walked out. I then walked to
the service office and had my Dakota refuelled for the trip back to England. The airport seemed eerily
empty with only a few people manning the airstrip and control tower.

I took off from the Airport in my Dakota soon after and my radio chimed. “Dakota 088, this is Paris
Control, you have taken off, bear North towards 12 degrees to reach your destination. Over” The sense
of dread and uneasiness multiplied as I turned the plane towards the directions they offered.

The skies were clear as I flew and everything seemed to be normal for the next 2 hours as I supposedly
made my way to London. Exactly after 2 hours, my radio chimed again. “This is Paris Control, Dakota
088. We had thought you were lost in the storm. Thank goodness you’re safe. Landing permission
granted. Over.”

Bewildered I spoke into the radio “What do you mean? I took off from Paris airport 2 hours ago? How
can I still be here? Over” The radio replied immediately “You have been radar silent for the last 3 hours.
You haven’t landed in Paris as of yet. Over” I clicked the radio off and proceeded to land.

I couldn’t explain how my plane refuelled or when it landed in Paris and the people at Paris control
confirmed that I had never landed there in the last 3 hours. So where was it that I had landed which was
also called Paris? Who was the pilot of the Black Aeroplane? How had I come out safely? What
happened in those 3 hours? I guess I’ll never know for sure.

Utsav Roy Chowdhury

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