The crash and the critics

 The Crash and the critics.

The recent and deeply unfortunate Air India crash has—right on cue—brought out the worms from the woodwork. Or, more accurately, the self-declared aeronautical engineers, cockpit veterans, aviation historians, and political theorists who have never so much as opened an aircraft manual, let alone flown a plane.

From their well-cushioned armchairs and with a phone in hand, these social media messiahs have already “solved” the crash. In their warped little minds, they know precisely what went wrong. They’ve figured it all out before the black box has even cooled.

The pilot erred, the runway was too short, the engineers were incompetent, the aircraft was ancient, Air India is doomed, Boeing is cursed, the airport authority is sleeping, the DGCA is clueless, the BJP is to blame, Congress didn’t plan the airport properly, and birds—yes, even birds—were probably in on the conspiracy.

As of this moment, Jawaharlal Nehru has not yet been blamed. But give it a day or two.

This, unfortunately, is what we’ve come to expect from the Twitterati and Facebook philosophers—an avalanche of conjecture drenched in ignorance and indignation. For them, every disaster is a chance to showcase their brilliance and seek their five seconds of digital fame. They type furiously, hashtags in place, opinions loaded, logic left behind.

But here’s the thing: catastrophic events like plane crashes are complex. They're investigated thoroughly by real experts—trained aviation analysts, accident investigators, pilots with thousands of hours of flying experience—not WhatsApp university graduates. Jumping to conclusions helps no one. Least of all the grieving families, the airline staff, and the real professionals trying to understand what went wrong to ensure it doesn’t happen again.

The problem is that the human brain—especially when overheated by emotion, caffeine, and conspiracy theories—tends to spiral. It fills the silence with noise. But that noise is not knowledge. It’s clutter. And it’s deeply disrespectful.

Here’s a thought: can we, for once, hit pause on our keyboards, breathe, and wait for the truth? Can we show restraint, compassion, and basic intelligence? Can we not weaponize a tragedy for likes, shares, and retweets?

Air travel, statistically, remains the safest mode of transport. You are far more likely to meet your end on a badly driven SUV on a highway than on a jetliner. But no one writes an angry thread blaming a tyre manufacturer when a bus tips over.

So let’s hold back the blame game, stop this morbid guessing contest, and instead offer something far more valuable: silence, empathy, and a prayer. A prayer for the souls who lost their lives. A prayer for their families. And a prayer that our humanity will, at some point, rise above the toxic clutter of half-baked commentary.

Let the professionals do their job. And let the rest of us do what we should—wait, listen, learn, and pray .