Things I keep telling myself I need to do:
Get a job that involves travel, a lot of it.
Never have to return to India except on tours and visits.
Find a country where I can stay in peace and start life afresh.
Get laid. I don’t want to be a good girl and never ‘finish’!
Realize that sex is, after all, overrated… But not before experiencing all of it.
Paint and sell at least one of my paintings.
Write anything and everything that comes to my mind on this blog without bothering about consequences. (Hah!!)
Avoid getting my heart torn to shreds or tossed aside without a second glance or thought.
Stop being emotionally involved in relationships. Two heartbreaks and a lot of stitches & duct tape later… love is overrated too!
Befriend Johnny Depp.
One night stand with JD… Maybe a weekend getaway.
Rent a car… drive around the European countryside.
Splurge on a pair of Christian Louboutins… luxury for my feet.
Live in a library.
Get a good architect to design a cliff-side house and do it up on my own.
Live in it for a while and come back to my senses, sell it off and invest the proceeds.
Drive a Veyron.
Get an Italian to give me a ride in his Lamborghini… this time take up his ‘offer’!
Sleep on a beach at night.
Visit Africa… get a brave fellow to take me out on a hunt…. Just the two of us.
Have ‘fun’ in a pyramid or on the sand dunes of the Sahara under the moonlight. Refer # 5.
Take a hike through jungles of the Congo… and pretend I am an explorer.
Eat the local street food at the places I visit.
Stay at some of the top hotels in the world… a night, at least.
Visit as many amusement parks as I can. Ride in as many rides as I can stomach.
Learn to bake.
Visit a stripclub… alone… stay till the last performance for the day is over.
Live in a loft or pent-house of a really tall skyscraper for a year (or for one full cycle of seasons.)
Sing, record my renditions, play them loud and scare the neighbours.
Own a huge collection of perfumes.
Own a huge collection of books. And shoes. And bags. And earrings!
Learn to sail.
Speak Spanish like a senorita.
Watch a live F1 race.
Have a fist fight with someone.
Go on a long cruise.
In no particular order, these are some of the things which would make me feel alive. And I know I should begin ticking them before life runs out.
© Surya Murali