Wish List

Like many another day, I was sitting on the back bench of class, getting subjected to bees of various tenors buzzing in my ears; eyes glazed over, mouth slightly ajar, fingers tapping out my agony in a silent symphony of pure boredom; in short, the model picture of a post graduation student.
In those moments of utter torture, I turned to my favourite pastime for solace - My wishlist.
The myriad list of things I have always wanted to do but never did for reasons ranging from, laziness, lack of time (laziness), lack of funds (laziness), "my mom would kill me if she found out" (yeah may be laziness again).
So on I went, listing all those adventures out in my head, living the thrill of a deep sea dive, savouring the taste of brie in a street-side french cafe, watching the crowd go wild as I played my million dollar guitar...
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And then it hit me, I had turned into one of those bitter defeated 23 year olds who knows exactly what she isn't going to do, who is too scared to hope and too cynical to dream, because she knows precisely how futile and misleading dreams are...
It seemed like reality had finally won over me and it was so utterly depressing.
But then I had this idea, what if I could have a place where I could do all those things that reality wouldn't let me, be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to... a place where I could really live my wishlist.
And voila, I remembered this blog.
So from now on, every day I am going to live one wish on my wishlist, here on this blog
Because I am not ready to grow up yet
I am not ready to give in...

The Window Seat

This isn't my first blog and I am sure this is not going to be my last.
Since I was eight and wrote four lines about Diwali, which now that I think about it, were totally unoriginal and cliched, but which Thanks to my mother's excitement over them, I thought were pure genius, writing has been one of the most important things in my life.
I used to write when I was happy, sad, lonely, horny, sleepy, insomniac, anxious, pissed, in love, heartbroken... well and the list goes on.
But in the last three years I got so busy living the same morose life every single day, that somehow, I just forgot how to put it on pause, crack open my laptop and whip up a Clafoutis of words.
There were so many times that I went back to my old blog, sat logged in for hours with nothing new to write... collecting two line drafts that I never finished satisfactorily enough to publish.
But today, after another day of lying in bed watching movie after mindless movie about love, friendship and all those happy endings that never happen to mere mortals like yours truly, I suddenly hit upon what it was that I truly needed... a fresh start, a blank page, a new beginning in words as in my life
So I decided it was time to move out of my old , deserted cyberapartment and set up home in a cozy new place, where I could just sit in the window seat, all set to cook again...
~M.J.