Orkut Daily fortune

A friend suggested this as an interesting game, so I decided that all of us try it out. This is a simple game. Open orkut, read ur "Today's fortune", append an "in the bed" statement to it and post it in the comment section to this blog. For example, if your fortune says "You will have a comfortable old age", post a comment to this blog that says "You will have a comfortable old age in the bed". It will be fun, lets try it :))


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Sky-Hi

My third foray into the skies is turning out to be the most interesting by far. It isn't everyday that you get to look out of your window and find yourself floating somewhere near the edge of the skies. The LCD display suggests that's near around 8 kilometers, and still climbing.

My previous flights.......

Right, I had just taken on to writing a nice writeup on my experience up here, but was gastronomically interjected with a nice Taj snack. Burp.

Coming back to where we were. The LCD says we're at 11 kilometers above sea level.

As I said, my previous trysts in the skies have been boring, they were night flights, and the only thing I had to entertain myself was the cute private-airline hostesses, and their endlessly long legs.

But this one's different. Why? Firstly Air-India air hostesses retire at 58, and secondly I am looking at the usual monsoon clouds, but from a different perspective. I am as far above them, as you are, below them. It is an invigorating experience. This is familiar and yet so unfamiliar. I mean, it is like looking at the other side of the story, while you've been content with the usual, oft spoken facet all your life. It is like knowing that creationism was right, and Darwin wasn't. It is like looking at Newton's theories, and balking at them, because Einstein was right.

But then there is a certain familiarity that still sticks on. You go to the country side, you relish the sumptuous views of the winding rivulets and the mountains high. You look out of my window right now, and you see an identical view. Save the fact that your fields aren't green anymore. They're white. Like snow. Your mountains ain't the burly looking masculine personifications. They're more lady like. They're feathery. Fluffy.
The moment is really worth relishing. I am in the heavens, a new snowy land one sky-height above my land. In the distance I can see the curvature of the earth too. But then there is this one thing that is still familiar – this land or the one below it, the Sun stays where it always is. I am high up, but the Sun still dwarfs me just the same with its imposing demeanour.

The tall nimbus clouds remind you of smoke clouds emanating from an explosion... but with a minor exception. It is like someone held the explosions midway, right there. You get the eerie feeling of floating through timelessness.

The monsoons sure are an interesting feat of Mother Nature’s. Clouds are a plenty. Enough said, I shall now reach out for my camera, and see if they let me take a few pictures up here.

Enjoy! :)

More photos:
http://picasaweb.google.com/cyberhansraj/skies