The Best First Time Parasailing!

Let’s talk about the first time I went parasailing.

I think everyone has dreamt of flying ; floating high up in the skies with the birds and up above the clouds.(Except maybe if you have a fear of heights) And we, human beings, happen to be such gifted and delightful creatures that we made aeroplanes and helicopters to achieve the same. We refuse to be satisfied by just sitting inside a machine and experiencing it, we keep trying to make it better and more real and thus we developed adventure sports like parasailing and paragliding. This is the one admirable quality about us, we want to make everything possible, the indomitable human spirit, just refuses to believe that impossible is a word.

We recently went to a quaint little coastal village in Maharashtra,India by the name of Shrivardhan .It was a beautiful,peaceful place right out of your imagination.The beaches there were so picturesque,so clean,so empty, so delightfully perfect the thalassophile in me was on cloud 9. Here, I had the wonderful opportunity to experience parasailing at the beach for the first time in my life.This was putting everything I love together; the beach,the ocean,the skies and the adventure, making it quite memorable.

It was an out of the world experience, so blissfully exhilarating! I could see the ocean extending indefinitely and kissing the skies at the horizon on one end and the coconut tree forest and the little village amidst the hills on one.I felt on top of the world(Literally!) and was humbled by the power and beauty of Mother nature,yet again.I’ve said this before about a sunrise I saw but this sentence of mine is the only way to express what I felt,yet again.”It made me feel so meaningless,so small,so powerless,I’d say it left a humbler person in its wake.”I felt that little mixture of emotions yet again,the one I’d felt at that point as I floated higher and higher, a mute observer to the glory of nature.

All pictures are clicked by me , are unedited and are of different beaches around the village.

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Flying. As close as it gets.
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Almost invisible in the vastness of the sky.
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We saw this beautiful scenic view of the Arabian Sea while traveling.
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Roads with hills on one side and the sea on another,so heavenly.
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I was trying to capture this little flock of birds that flew past the sun but couldn’t. They’re to the left of the sun if you look carefully.
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“The clouds lit up to bid farewell to the passing sun. For at that instant, they, the scattered ones, were one.”

 

 

 

 

 

The Best Sunrise.

Let’s talk about the best sunrise I’ve ever seen today.

I believe that almost everyone talks about sunsets. Everyone has seen loads of really beautiful sunsets in their lives. I have, too. But sunrises, at least for me, are special. They require actual effort and dedication. Getting up in the early morning and prepping just to see the rising sun peek above the horizon signalling the start of the day, making creatures all big and small begin their day, witnessing something that powerful makes me feel honoured.

In my 16 years of existence, I’ve seen 7 sunrises total.4 because I woke up too early at home,1 in a early morning flight, one in a desert as a child and one in the Himalayas. Of these, one is my absolute favourite and that’s the one I’m gonna talk about today.

The sunrise I saw in Tiger hill in Darjeeling, India, nestled in the lap of the Himalayas, in front of the third highest peak in the world, the Kanchenjunga was quite possibly the best sunrise I’ll ever see. I went to Darjeeling with my family and we woke at 4 to witness nature’s glory.

All pictures are unedited and clicked by me. Even though they are undoubtedly, heavenly they don’t even closely capture the beauty of the scene. It was, for the lack of a better word, magical.  Looking at it, I felt an emotion that I simply cannot transcend in words. It was an amalgamation of all the emotions, of all hopes, of all dreams that mankind has ever had. It made me feel so meaningless, so small, so powerless, I’d say it left a humbler person in its wake.

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All you could see was hilltops above the clouds.
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In the distance, Mt.Kanchenjunga in all its glory.

 

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The horizon tinting orange, then yellow to welcome the sun.
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Gift of the gods.
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The clouds looked as though they were threatening to spill over, one little push and they’d all fall out.
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Mt.Kanchenjunga,the third highest peak in the world.
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Slowly, the sun rose, multiplying the beauty of the scene manifold.
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The rising sun too bright in its eyes.
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Finally, the moment was over, the sun had risen, like it did everyday, but I,I wasn’t the one I was yesterday.

 

Adventure Junkie or Just Plain Clumsy?

Let’s talk about my injury-prone-ness today.

Since, I’ve been a kid, even before I could walk, I’ve always somehow by a absurd and totally improbable turn of events managed to injure myself. Really. I’m the sort of person for whom the Hogwarts’ trick stair would be a nightmare because I barely manage normal ones.

The question here is obviously, why?

What you should know about me is that I’m a person who lives off adrenaline. I love adventure sports and doing anything that would leave me with adrenaline coursing through my veins. So, mostly I blame or rather I try to blame my adventure seeking tendencies for injuries. Like, the time I fell off a school bench only because I was trying to jump off it in a fantastically cool way, not me, just my adventure seeking and whimsical(Aha!) brain.

But, there’s an issue there too. For instance, while I was in the kitchen yesterday trying to look for something to eat and opened a cabinet, a whole box full of flour fell on my head. Yep, that scene right out a cartoon happened. Luckily for me, the box didn’t open. And this isn’t the first time something of this sort has happened, me and my kitchen just generally don’t go well together because something always ends up happening. I try to but I can hardly blame my adventure seeking-ness here, can I? After all, what is so adventurous about raining boxes?

So, are my stars just so terribly crossed and I should go blame everyone’s favourite scapegoat, luck? Say that, I’m just not lucky and it’s a pity. But, I refuse to conform to the common belief because I’m a teenager and its my job or rather my duty to rebel, to not do the usual, to be different.So, I choose to generously call myself clumsy. Tripping everywhere, hitting my head a million times a day, knocking into others, yep, me again.

But, if I had to conclude, why do I injure myself so much, what would I say?

I can’t say just either because that would be incomplete and as they say, partial knowledge is worse than none.(Or maybe I just felt like using a quote.)On a serious note though, I wouldn’t feel right withholding this very valuable and precious piece of knowledge that everyone simply has to have.(Does anyone else smell sarcasm or is it just me?)

Now, after having put pen to paper(or fingers to a keyboard, if you will) and sorting it out as much as I could, the simple consensus I’ve drawn is this. My adventure-prone-ness and my clumsiness are so awfully and intrinsically tied up inside me it’s difficult for one to exist and be known without the other. I happen to be a totally absurd and uncommon amalgamation of a great consuming sense of adventure and a knocking me down(literally) kind of clumsiness.

That’s it. That’s the big solution to the first world problems I face. I’m just simply a person who is very adventurous and also keeps on knocking into things and tripping all over.