I want to..

1. Go to a dreamy village up in the hills and paint.. about all the beautiful things I can see

2. Read and appreciate poetry..

3. Start a place where I can serve traditional filter kaapi-idli-dosa combo and improvised versions of the same to make things interesting

4. Watch beautiful movies and write about them

5. Keep a journal and write in it daily

6. Shop till I drop dead ;)

7. Trek to little known places

8. Start a play school and play with cute kids

9. Do whacky stuff like start a coffe shop, a lingerie store...

10. Do 'cool' Stuff like - be a professional blogger for example ;) wow!

11. Be the hostess on a travel show for travel&entertainment channel

12. Do a street play

13. Sing without a care

14. Learn atleast 10 more languages

15. Make a living out of doing something off-beat (yet to figure out what this should be..)

16. Live every moment like this were my last and end ever day feeling every moment was worth it

17. Spend a day in a dream place like hogwarts may be ;)

18. Go Skiing or bungee jumping

19. Learn to appreciate photography

20. Be a professional sculptor.. wow ;)

21. Be a fitness guru.. erm.. someday

22. Which would also mean step into a clothes store feeling, I can get into anything I want here :)

23. less greedy and put an end to this list :)

.. hazaron khwahishen aisi

When I went to my parents wedding...

There is a disused room upstairs, originally planned to be my music room cum home studio. But well that back back then when I was training to be a professional classical singer. My mom uses that room to store her junk, broken furniture, old books and stuff like that. There is always an air of mystery about that room and my visit to chennai is incomplete without a visit to that room. I always end up finding something interesting like old comic books, my class x slam book (now thats another story), old unread books (which come in handy during my long train ride to amdavad), music notes, my grand mom's tanpura, old clothes..

I went up today to get my old speakers and a book for my journey and while rummaging the bags for my speakers I stumbled upon my parents wedding album and a whole bunch of old photographs which is how I went to my parents wedding :).

As I sat flipping through the album I felt an odd sad feeling but I still went on flipping. There was a sense of deja vu .. I could almost smell the jasmines on my mom's head, sense the excitement and tension on my aunts and uncles faces, and above all a feeling of nostalgia of the hours I have spent looking the album with my paati identifying relatives, commenting on saris, listening to anecdotes about my parents wedding like how some aunt of mine threw a tantrum or something..

Then there was this album with my childhood snaps and this brought in a stronger sense of nostalgia.. cause every snap in the album told a story of its own - its own smell, the clothes which I had worn numerous times, friends, that particular room, even the brown box peeping into the snap from the kitchen in our old house.. guess memories just get stuck in some part of the brain and keep visiting us from time to time!

Hours flew by and I lost a sense of time as I sat mesmerized by old fotos - as I sat staring at my mom's saris, my concert pics, my cousins who's pattu pavadais I later inherited, .. oh well I could just go on..

Sometimes when I click snaps these days I wonder why do it at all, after a cursory upload on FB or orkut we almost never re-visit them.. a sheer waste of disc space.. but today I found a reason capture seemingly mundane moments in life.. so that someday 20years from now I will be able to sit back gazing at them and smelling all those old smells!