Experiencing the ultimate

It has been some time now since my last post and the memory of the dive has become slightly hazy, so let me put my recollection of that day down now.
On 9 Feb morning we were of to Deesa airport at 7 am. It was just a normal strip with lots of land around it. The plane was late but finally it arrived by 11. The weather was perfect but windy and Thapar decided to postpone my jump for the next day. I was just a spectator watching people jump, some good some bad and one guy refused to jump at all. Thapar was outstanding and Bally was improving with each jump. at 3.30, Thapar said to put on the parachute and other gear, I was going next. I got ready and waited for the plane to return along with Thapar and Balli. I was nervous as the moment got closer and a bit scared. My main worry was what'll happen to the kids if something goes wrong. It was to late now for having second thoughts and I used a meditation technique of unclutching the mind.
The plane arrived and we got on. I was to jump first and so was seated next to the open door above the wheel. We started and it was a great sight watching the wheel on the runway, slowly rising and seeing the ground start getting smaller. It was magnificent.
At 3500 feet the craft levelled out and Thapar told me to get into position. I tell you it was not an easy thing to do in a Cessna. You have to crouch low so that the parachute doesn't touch the roof, lean out of the craft into the wind and put your left foot out on the wheel rod holding on to the sides (without fingers its a nightmare). It was scary looking down at the ground but I was too occupied in getting into the correct position to worry. Thapar tapped me and I jumped.
I started counting 1000, 2000, 3000 ad then I heard the parachute deploying, I looked up and it was quite spectacular watching it open and stabilise. I looked down and saw the scenery from far, it was completely silent except for the flapping of the runner and it was beautiful. I looked up and saw the toggles, it was so easy putting them around my wrists and then I took control.
It is the greatest feeling on earth, floating in the silent sky, going left, right around and best of all stalling, even the sound of the runner stops and there is total silence.
I must have been in the air for 7 to 8 minutes and noticed that the round was coming close, I suddenly looked at the altimeter and it showed 1260 ft. I started to manoeuvre into position for landing, took time to align my self and looked at the meter again, it still showed 1260. I forgot about it now and tried to judge the distance visually. I thought of making one last turn to get into position and land on the marked DZ but was not sure whether I had sufficient height and therefore controlled my descent. As I came close I knew I would overshoot the marker but that couldn't be helped. I raised my hands completely and increased my rate of descent rapidly so that it looked as if I'm falling vertically. Less then 10 feet from the ground I stalled and my forward movement came to a standstill, I came out of stall but fell approx 3 feet and landed on my feet totally and completely happy.
As drilled I gathered the parachute and by then the vehicle came to pick me up. All the people were so happy and proud of my jump. I had accomplished something that in their experience no one had done earlier.
I was euphoric. I had achieved something unexpected. It was an eye opening experience. Handicaps are all in the mind. If one decides to do something he can achieve it.
One should always go for something unique and different. Life has to be lived to its ultimate.