You must pardon me for sitting under this fake tree. Good trees are
getting harder to come by.
When not in the trees, I deviate
towards natural surroundings. Since, of late, these are getting
scarce, I have been trying to make some so I can deviate thither,
while my fellow pilots and friends have been helping, for altogether
nobler and more altruistic reasons.
On a recent visit, Chanakya told
me that someone who visited my page confused me for a holy man.
The rest if this page is an effort to clearly dispel this notion.
from the deviations already addressed I have more than a passing
interest in witchcraft, sorcery and other occult subjects, wine,
woman and song, bawdy verse, entertaining unusual and eccentric
people, searching for leprechauns and fishing.
The Flying Dutchman ( right)
is one of those unusual people who visits me. I met him
in the sky above a lake in Goa, where he was flying without
any clothes. This, he said, was to save on the laundry
bills and attain nirvana. Anyone who carries out such
excesses, particularly against the Laundrymen of Goa who, incidentally,
are a very stuck-up and arrogant lot, is a soulmate and will
surely attain enlightenment. In the picture, he's teaching me to
lure water nymphs, and diddle my laundryman by dressing
And here is me at
right angles to reality, which is what happens when you seduce
nymphs. At the lower left (of the picture on the right) you will
see patches of a strange colour which the hippies mistakenly call
nirvana but is actually a disturbance in the time-space continuum
caused by the flight of the Foobird.
The Ole Foo Bird
is quite absurd,
for, round and round it flies.
It flaps it's wings and flies in rings
and circles through the skies
But when it's speed doth much exceed
such speeds as foobirds may,
Then twiddlededum it flies up it's (you know what)
and vanishes away
Composed by Bullshetty in
a moment of drunken inspiration -© 1987
Which reminds me of a certain gliding
instructor (another unusual person) who used to send me mail disguised
as a nymph. It's not that he flies fast. He thinks very
quickly, so imagine where his brains might be!
Quite unlike the
Foo-Bird, I take life at a slow and easy pace, which
is probably why I'm still around. Well, I'll say bye now, it's
time to get back up my tree. It's been nice meeting you and
I hope you have a happy day.
have very strong views on freedom, particularly when it concerns
paragliding. They may be found here.
Paragliding has given me life's most beautiful moments.