Of Boards, Butss and Bruises - I

Ever looked at those snowboarders, whistling past you at 30 to 40 miles an hour downhill and jumping off ramps and such .. twirling fearlessly in the air and landing right back on their feet and smoothly coming to a stop at the bottom of the slopes ? I have, as I made my way down on my sissy skis .. mind you this was just the blue slopes ( little better than the bunnys and the greens of course! ) and I wasnt doing a bad speed downhill either .. but it seemed so much fun.

Fast forward two years and a meaner, leaner and stronger version of me was ready to take on the snowboarders starting with lessons. A great oppurtunity presented itself as the whole company went for a ski trip yesterday. I had decided to go where the skiers ( angels ) feared to tread. I was gonna get myself some snowboarding lessons and fly downhill .. after all I did know a little bit of skiing and how different could it be ? This kinda rhetoric is what gives me a false sense of security and hope but I am getting way outta the chronology here.

5:45 AM , I was at the company parking lot and got into the chartered bus. Mild chatter and sleepy laughter filled the bus as it proceeded to pick up speed and at around 6:15 BigG whips out a 1.5 litre bottle of vodka and some pineapple/banana/orange juice. and a bunch of styrofoam cups. Breakfast is ready!!! BigG was graciously mixing us drinks and an hour into the journey a few of us were comfortably numb ( what the fuck was that whizzing past the window?? a cow? ) and the smile stretched from ear to ear.

I think I dozed off while enjoying the splendid view outta the bus windows and was rudely woken up by cries of SNOW! The destination was a short distance away now. A beautiful sunny day, deep white powder,exhilarating views of the mountains and the valleys, freezing temperature and the allure of the new.

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