Paragliding at Nainital
We were a group of friends who were making a weekend trip to Nainital as it was one of the coolest places in North India. We took a bus at night. As we stepped out from the bus, the sun was sneaking but it was too cold and everybody started shivering.
As we got ready there was this constant buzz of experiencing paragliding was in everybody’s bucket list and they wanted to do it. I was completely unaware of the sport being available here but I was still in a dilemma whether to take it or not.
We were boating calmly in Naukuchiatal, also known as lake of nine corners. Soaking in the serene and tranquility of nature we found people paragliding. The boat rower was adding ice upon the cake by describing the adventure and there I made up my mind to fly.
And there was me, a few hours in the mountains ready with my own helmet and harnesses. The instructor asked which place I belonged to. As i said Chennai and he knew it, because of the Chennai Express movie starring Sharukh Khan.
He asked “are you scared?” and I was like “I am not crying! It’s my eyes sweating” He instructed me to keep running until the jet took off. Okay all set go.. 3..2..1..!
As winds rushed against my face, I was flying and my foot was dancing to the rhythm of the air. Oh my God! I was really flying. It was even more exciting than the flight and all I was moving to the tunes of nature. Surrounded by various shades of green and spinning around in the air.
Oh ya there I was feeling like a tinker bell who has no fairy tale but was having my own real world in Nainital shouting “I am the happiest woman on the earth”. It was like mother nature kite-flying me in the air.
No matter how heavy hearted you may feel. That moment of flying takes it all the way into a joy filled moment of irregular ECG waves with green eyes floating in cloud nine.
The landing was safer and cool. Even after landing all my heart was flying happily up above there in the air.
Who calls paragliding as adventurous? Its hedonistic pleasure of feeling yourself in mid air between earth and sky where cost factor just diminishes with lifetime memories. Fearfulness overridden with excitement.
The journey back to the mountain in pulsar was too exciting than paragliding itself with too many turns.
Now I have filled my next bucket list with crafting and scuba diving for much more enthusiasm. How about you?
Once in a while, everyone should do something that scares you to conquer the fear and gift yourself the adrenaline rush.
Best moments lived don’t have pictures taken in it. I was so carried away in a flying mood that I could not get even a single aerial view picture, though it was breathtakingly beautiful with lush greenery.
