These are a few of my favourite things, some of the things I want to do, at some point, before I croak.
1. Read all seven volumes of ‘In Search of Lost Time’.
I’m on the last 100 pages of Volume 3. This one is a slow train, but there’s no rush. It is oh so delightful.
2. Watch Eddie Vedder in concert.
I’ve screamed myself hoarse at The Scorpions, Iron Maiden and Metallica. Eddie Baby Call me soon.
3. Learn to swim.
Okay, in my defence, scuba diving in Havelock has been accomplished. And who cares about the neighbourhood pool. But Robert De Niro swam to safety in Deer Hunter and I feel like I should know how to do it too. Just in case.
4. Finish a Marathon.
Honestly, this one is just so that I can shut the husband and his like. I’d love to throw that in his face the next time he launches the You’re-not-working-out attack. Toddler care and driving in Delhi are legitimate workouts. And fitting into college jeans post baby-pop calls for a celebration. But I think the marathon survivor tee ought to do it.
5. Roll-on-the-floor Laughing.
I have chuckled, grinned, laughed out loud yes, but a floor-roll? Reminds me of a play I was in at kindergarten. It was based on a fairy tale in a Hindi book, the story of a princess who never smiles. Her father, the King, calls people from far and wide to make her smile. Nothing works, not even a monkey dance. And then a man walks in with a pillow disguised as a big belly. The ‘belly’ falls off and the princess laughs and laughs and laughs. I played the princess and I did laugh. So come on world, drop the metaphorical belly so I can show you how I roll.
6. Write a Book.
There are demons in my head, on the road and in the grocery store. They deserve to be heard. And if it can be Wodehouse-funny I’ll kiss my knees. Because they’re saucy and that’s where the books rest on curl-up nights.
7. Visit a new place every year.
This stuff is real. It has worked in the past. May there always be enough cash and whimsy wanderlust to support this cause. Amen.
8. Shake at least some manic depressives out of their sad skins.
Not with fake belly acts but something that lasts; longer than a hookah high, shorter than a lifetime will do.
9. Sky Dive/Bike Ride Tutorials.
Not a stickler for these but if they come my way, hell why not!
10. Kick a Bucket.
Not the metaphorical death sentence. I mean place a bright, big bucket in a field and kick the damn thing. Someone has to do it.
P.S.: See the green badge on the right? I’m participating in the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Read all about it here: http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
We’re on Day 2 today with the letter ‘B’ for BucketList. Stay tuned, in April and beyond.