Free fall

People often complain of sameness of their lives but the last four months would testify that I am their absolute anti-theory.

The feeling of free fall often fascinates me and is frequently the subject of my day dreamings.

The cause of such a feeling to arise can be categorized in three ways:

Physical:

The steep turns of a water slide make you momentarily air borne which gives you a tickle of extreme fear in which you become confident that you have gone off track and heading face first to hard ground. But the feeling ends before it can cause serious damage.

Those lucky/brave souls who have bungee jumped know exactly what I am talking about. I wish I could defer the post till I have been through it but there is no guarantee that I ever will be.

Mental:

In my sixth hour of the flight between Paris and Moscow, I began to get terribly claustrophobic. A cheap Russian Airlines is the last thing you want if you are as averse to sitting in one place as I am. I tried to doze off and each time I closed my eyes, I would imagine the plane as if I was watching it from ten metres away and then suddenly in a free fall. That was the closest I ever got to the feeling of mental free fall.

Emotional:
This is what has instigated this post and if you are still reading, be glad.

Every thing has been in your control for years.

You love your dad/ mom/ husband / wife.

And then suddenly he loses his power to analyze.

He loses it completely.
Imagine one of your loved one, leaving home to look for Krishna conscience as ENSEA's, Justine Precioso's cousin had gone. She got ultra excited the moment she heard I am from India.

Imagine your loved one losing all traces of competitiveness on the look out for some thing else.

Or any god damn thing. Its a sinking feeling and its even worse when you have hope that things will get back in place but they never do.

Imagine being incarcerated away from any one whom you have ever wanted to meet. You care a damn about the inflation rate or t20 cup. Your only botheration is to cut a day without being uncontrollably depressed. To spend a day with just two or three emotional break downs would be a day spent well.

At moments like these you understand what freedom is. You understand what emotional free fall is all about. All except Buddha from the third century are slaves to such feelings.
You grasp at whatever you can get your hands on but it doesn't work. You just keep falling and falling reflecting on whatever has happened or going to happen.