Woman Faces Flak For Reel After Air India Crash: ‘Mocking A Tragedy Isn't Bravery'
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A woman, flying with Air India a day after the crash, filmed a reel from inside the aircraft and posted it on social media.
Days after the tragic Air India crash left 272 people dead in Ahmedabad, a woman has posted a video from inside an aircraft and angered the people. The woman, flying with Air India a day after the tragic fall, filmed a reel and posted it on social media. Her actions in the video have sparked backlash.
In the video, she is seen lying down on the seats while wearing a mask. The cabin appears almost empty. The text on the video reads, 'Air India Boeing 787, next day after AI171 crashed." She moves her camera around to show that she is the only passenger on board.
She then adds, 'Are you brave enough to fly in a Boeing?" followed by another line: 'Look, I am already prepared if there is smoke in the cabin." What has angered viewers is her smiling face while recording the video which many felt was inappropriate given the scale of the tragedy.
The caption of her reel reads, 'Flight Air India AI171 crash in Ahmedabad, I am not sure if people are going to trust Boeing! People are likely to talk like the girl in this reel for some time now."
Many people on social media criticised the video. They felt the woman was being insensitive and disrespectful to those who lost their lives.
One user commented, 'What's so funny about this video? Seriously have some respect for those who died."
Another added, 'Attention seeking at its peak. Can't believe people take this as a content and be happy about it."
'Can't believe there are people grinning ear to ear even after witnessing such tragic event," someone else remarked.
A viewer said, 'Good that you got your views sadly, at the cost of basic empathy. While families are grieving, mocking a tragedy for social media clout isn't bravery. It's just tone-deaf."
'Please don't be insensitive like this. I am just blown away with people's mindsets," read another comment while an individual asked, 'Do you think laughing on the plight of people who lost their lives is anywhere funny? How uncultured."
In frustration, a user demanded the post be removed: 'This is a disgusting post. Take it down," read their comment.
The London-bound Boeing Dreamliner 787-8 had 169 Indian nationals, 53 Britons, 7 Portuguese and 1 Canadian passenger on board. Only one person survived the crash. Investigation teams have begun analysing the black boxes recovered from the wreckage to determine the cause of the crash.
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