Up Above the World So high...Like a Kite in the Sky..

Working on a Monday morning is always a pain, and especially after a week which can be described as laziest week of my whole professional life ; but I guess the reason for this being the over exuberant weekend I had a week before. Imagine a weekend full of masti with ur friends, and that also the craziest things one can do. My weekend started on last Friday itself, with the Parikrama night, the show having Strings, Parikrama and Saif Ali Khan. But this blog is for the Best thing I would have done in a group full of wacky people like me; PARASAILING.
Just think urself, being in air, like a kite, flowing smoothly all over the places (hyperbole version, as we got only 5 minutes to be in air) and seeing all ur friends down there eagerly waiting the descend so that they can share the experience. It was really a great treat, at least for the mind of a confused techie.
All this parasailing plan started with Chetan telling me about this adventure’s trip, as I guess he thinks that I’m always there to do all the craziest and distinctly wacky things. And as we devised the itinerary for the Parasailing, I remembered that I actually have a group of people who will be more than happy to do this madness along with me, so the group of two people turned in a group of 10 people. We checked all the possible parasailing clubs in Bangalore, and all the offers they give us, and we ended up with Anand, an infoscian, may be because we found our techie bond with him. So the date was decided and our troop started from our origin to the destination Hoskote, a dried lake some 12 Kms from Bangalore, in two battalions, one in Car and another on bikes. The car battalion was the wackiest lot, led by me, Nagu and Shwetha and amply supported by Chetan, and the target being Dhaval Bhaiya & second Battalion led by Sourav & Parag. Imagine if u have been asked that what will u do if a vulture attacks u when u are in parasail or what will happen if u landed on some cow or may be cattle dung?
After a journey of an hour or so we reached hoskote, but finding our way from main road to the correct spot was the trickiest part of the journey. The road afterwards being suitable only for mud racing or for some hogging sport, hence the easier way was to follow the path defined by cattle; but as people say that sometime its better to make ur own path; we needed to follow our own instinct after we were misguided by the cattle. So we reached The Spot, and were on time (IST) where we waited for the wind to give us some feather for the flight and also for our second battalion to reach. The wind didn’t disappoint us much and we started off with the flight and Nagu being the one to take initiative; it was a smooth takeoff and smoother landing, as she was aptly supported by her weight or non weight.
Then came my turn, holding all those gears and waiting for the rope to be attached to the parasail was the longest wait; and then came the moment. The wind was not bad and it pretty much supported the flight, two or three running steps and yippee me in the air. Now I understood how kite would be feeling when it’s up in the air, everything down under ur vision, those tiny spots of cattle gazing, that greenery and everything around. It was so different than sitting in the airplane, with the breeze flowing through ur hairs, ur face, u can feel the purity of the air, the smell of the green grass and smell of the blue sky above u. those 3 or 5 minutes were simply scintillating, it was more of fun then of that initial fear. Before I can experience some more of the thrill, it was over and I landed without hurting any cattle or hurting myself (which I guess was a good part).
After me Shwetha, Chetan and Dhaval bhaiya did their part and I guess everyone was quite happy except chetan who was totally confused and whose confusion we were enhancing by our non-stop nonsense. This chatting was continuous till the second battalion came and took charge from us; it gave only a brief relief to others as we were again on chat mode in the car. It was actually a day to relish, coming from totally different moods, thrill of the flight, excitement of letting ur feelings out, fun and frolic of meeting so many friends after such a long time, I wish we carry on these trips regularly and this weekend does not remain the only weekend to be urself and with ur friends.
And as Nagu has correctly put, it would have been better if we would have been in Thailand or Himalaya, I’m just picturing myself flying like a kite over forests in Thailand with elephants down, white rivers all around.

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.
How I wonder What U r.
Up above the world so high.
Like a Kite in the sky.