Sunday, February 28, 2010

My First Sky Dive

 At 13,000 Ft, McDonald's Chicken Burger was the only thing I could think about. Because I was pretty sure that this was going to be my last day on planet earth. In order to overcome my fear of heights, the ultimate solution I could come up with was Sky Diving. Jesus! What was I thinking?
 My heart was about to break my rib cage and pop out. I could feel the immense adrenaline rush in my body. My veins were about to explode. Time had stopped completely. I could see, hear and feel everything clearly. I looked to my right and I could see the wicked smile on my instructors face. He looked like the grim reaper in a sky diver’s suit. My body was ripping the air apart and approaching the ground at a speed of Million Miles/Hr. Gravity never felt so merciless before. My mouth was filled with air and my teeth were about to be blown away. Irrespective of all this, for the first time in my life, I was in the moment; completely. The many emotions and states of consciousness that I experienced in those exhilarating 80 seconds, I had never experienced those in my entire life of 20 years. Don’t get too excited because by the time I realized that, I had hit 3,000 Ft. It was about time to open my parachute.
 I reached for the handle with my right hand and pulled it with every ounce of energy I had left in my body. The parachute was set free from captivity. At first the parachute chickened out. It was reluctant to spread its wings. I had to force it to open up by literally shaking my entire body in mid-air. I did a little Chiggy Wiggy move that I had learnt in my salsa class. But anyways, the parachute did open and to my surprise, I survived. Voila !!!
 I learnt one of the most important lessons of life from this breathtaking experience, and that is, McDonald's Chicken Burger does taste good after a nice Sky Dive.

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