I want I want I want

to backpack around the world and then on a luxury cruise liner

to see the world through the eyes of a 5 year old

to become a published writer

to go whitewater rafting, deep sea diving, bungee jumping, parasailing....

to visit Machu Picchu

to watch the 'Friends' marathon all day long

to learn to play the guitar

to get a tatoo

to truely fall in love

to become a travel show host

to get pissed drunk

to dance in the rain till i drop

to milk a cow

to live on my own

to move to GOA

to be the cynosure of all eyes

to become a painter

to know my calling...

to laugh till it hurts

Think about it!

Is'int it amazing...
...that NASA cannot duplicate the flight pattern of a dragon fly.
...that a butterfly’s life span is two days. They are never babies.They go right from the cocoon to an adult butterfly.
...that baby zebras recognize their mommies by the positioning of their stripes. The stripe patterns are never duplicated.
...that alligators lay their eggs at different levels in the ground. This action determines the gender of the newborn alligator.
...that it is impossible to be mad and laugh at the same time.
...that young children who just meet each other can play like they are lifelong friends within a few seconds.

Just 21 Grams!

How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh?

Gulmohur Cross Road No. 8

A mélange of furniture, a medley of emotions.
Blueprints, floor plans, decisions and more decisions.
Beady eyed memories. Wide eyed anticipations.
Its not just moving house, it’s a complete revelation.

The powdery baby smell that transformed into perfume.
The posters in the room, that changed as did your point of view.
From playing with Barbies to dressing up as one.
It was the 4 walls that saw it all.

From monsters under the bed and petrified of being left alone.
To wanting ‘the monsters’ out of your room and to be on your own.
Learning to walk, skate, cycle and then drive.
The speed with which you exited the door was always on a rise.

The first love, the first heartbreak,
The first time you learnt to cook.
The first painting you made, proudly hung in the nook,
The firsts are many, the list is long,
Boxes are not enough to carry it along.

From mum’s forbidden and inviting dressing table,
that inspired a number of creative escapades,
To the cane swing in the balcony providing solace.

The secret corner where you hid your ‘dear diary’.
To the innumerable dear diary moments.
The birthdays, weddings, children, grandchildren.
There were so many, innumerable celebrations.

The new house is bigger, and prettier they say,
But its just walls and furniture till new memories are made.
A new address to learn and the old to erase,
To my house at Gulmohur Cross Road number 8,
“So long my mate”.