Hanging in mid-air I turned towards myself to talk.
Given that my present situation did not present itself with
many options of a conversation, I was my best bet. ‘Hanging by a thread’, my
first reaction inspired by this thought was a ‘smirk’.
The irony or solace in my case was that this thread was a
product of modern day technological advancement. Made of some complex
poly-fibers, it was strong enough to lift a baby elephant. Considering these
specs, I couldn't be considered a challenge to test its strengths.
Having convinced myself about the innovative abilities
of human race, I turned towards my next possible set of predicaments. My
scrutinizing eyes turned towards mother-nature. Wind was blowing with a clear 'in-your-face' attitude. Though in past God has given me many sudden and abrupt shocks. Yet, right now stopping this wind, that too within next few minutes seemed a
herculean task, even for his momentary whimsical-ness. And a few minutes are all that I needed.
In a nut-shell, I concluded, possibilities of a mishaps were on the lower side. Thus completing my inspection of external factors, I initiated some self-evaluation. I looked around and estimated that I was around 30 ft above
sea-level. And the sea below was neither too deep nor too shallow. High tide
had ensured sufficiently high waves. Yet I felt confident that my swimming
skills were sufficiently developed to maneuver through their upswing and
downswing. In totality nothing seemed amiss. Neither destiny nor my own capabilities showed any signs of weakness.
Comforted from all
front, I turned my attention towards the task at hand. The camera in my hand
was still working efficiently, capturing the scenes around. I was also sure
that my obedient other-half was standing on the shore, clicking pictures from every
possible angle and at every possible point. Together we both had ensured that I gather sufficient experience during these few minutes of my life. Sufficient
enough to invite admirations and adulations of friends and family. Also sufficient
enough to earmark space in the memory of my system.
Having covered all ground I closed my eyes. A smile of satisfaction was lingering on my lips. I may have been in this contended state for only a
split second probably, when I was forced to come back to reality. My feet had
touched the ground.
I had completed my adventure of parasailing. It was an
experience meant to be remembered. It was a tick in my to-do list. And I have done
it.
But have I really done it? ?
Done it the way it should be? ?
Have I lived it? ?
Have you? ???
