Rebirthing... the slow, painful, and cheaper way :)

I think I’m over the traumatic loss of my last week’s update… maybe I will blog about the loss of a memoir some other time…

Right now I’m on my way from Delhi to Mumbai on a plane, again… Maybe I should just fly around on planes for literary motivation because I always feel compelled to write when I’m flying hiiiiigh (literally speaking of course…) Just noticed that there is a fly on/in the plane… haha…. The irony :D …. I wonder if he knows he is going to a totally different world…. And he gets to fly completely free of cost…. Aaah… what a sweet life :D

Anyway, the first few minutes of this particular trip were quite fun…. I’m at a window seat and I just RE-realized how amazingly awesomely fun and cool it is to just stare out of a plane’s window as it takes off… as the huge trucks become tinier and tinier until they are miniature plastic toys… and you get all excited when you see a swimming pool or a golf course….

And as you get higher up, you can see the crop fields…. Huge rectangles and squares with perfectly straight borders….
And then you can see the cluster of houses and how all the roads seem to be radiating from them like little earthworms crawling away from each other
And then you are enveloped by soft cotton puffs of water…
And then you float on them for a while, as if the plane is not a plane, but actually a boat…

And you imagine this to be what heaven must look like….

How I long to get on the other side of this double glazed oval glass window and be swallowed by the fluffy white candy floss....

Shit happens.....

i had written a bunch of shit on the fifteen hour plane-trip to India about a week ago and had it ready to upload as soon as I could... It has now disappeared from my computer and I'm guessing, from existence....FML

oh well...

The King of Pop

MICHAEL JACKSON
(1958 - 2009)