desires...

I want to throw a tantrum, stamp my feet on the ground and shake my fists in the air.

I jus want to get away from here. Don’t feel like working.

Want to be at marine drive take a walk, feel exhilarated. Look at cute guys and pass dirty looks at the ones who think they’re cute. Look at the rich dogs on the road and wish I had one myself. Smell the sea breeze, feel cold and wish that someone was hugging me instead of their jacket.

I want to go to the quaint little church of the Convent of Jesus and Mary and kneel down at the altar and speak to God—one on one. The pews filled with flowers and little hymn books and the rays of the sun streaming through the stained glass windows.

I’m a pathetic artist, and my artistic abilities are restricted to merely buying ten-rupee coloring books from the train and filling them using my cherished Staedtler color pencils. But I suddenly want to buy a canvas and an easel and oil paints and just paint, de-stress, throw my emotions into the colors, create magic and beauty.

I want to cozy up against a non-existent fire-place with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand (with whipped cream and a tight hug!!) and a wonderful book in the other—all-engrossing, and emotionally arousing.

I want to light candles in my room, and see the shadows dance on the walls. Leave my hair loose, feel beautiful.

I want it to rain, pour in torrents, and I want to drench and soak in it. Feel the water seep through my clothes, my skin. Turn my face up towards the sky. I want to smell the mud, and see the trees glistening with rain drops, and the city with a newly laundered look to it.

I want to walk on a clean beach, barefoot, collecting shells. Look beyond the horizon, at a ship sailing far away.

I want to attend someone’s wedding and pig out on all the food, see the love that is shared between the happy couple.

I want to get drunk without drinking and fall off my chair, tipsy. I want to release myself and let go of all my inhibitions.

I want to sleep in a log cabin, with a fire crackling cheerfully in the fire place. Want to sleep between satin sheets all cozy and read another book. Put on some soft soulful music and be with myself.

Am I asking for too much ??!!!

Okay I had commented on one of my friends blogs, and this is what i had written, i cant imagine what was going on in my mind at that moment, but well...

Your day passes by in a flurry of activity, when you’re so involved that
your mind doesn’t get a chance to wander. Then the time comes when you’re with
yourself...the nights...the dreams...the insomnia. You introspect, “did I go
wrong somewhere?”, “what happened?” and we emotional fools may also wonder “why
me?!” A zillion nights pass like this, the introspection...the dreamless sleep
or the sleepless dreams. Somewhere the remnants of hope, of dreams dreamt
together, of dreams dreamt alone, come back to haunt you, but they are better
left untouched, coz the skeletons in your closets may not go back, and to face
reality would be life's biggest challenge!!

I’m at work, as bored as my tuition kids are when I lecture them on completing their work on time :). Aaah...the feeling of watching children switch off the moment they know that u are going to lecture them; I’m in training for motherhood it seems.

So let me introduce myself. I’m 23 years old and a graduate in psychology. I’m currently pursuing my masters in psychology and working at the same time. I work as an academic editor, and though it’s a wonderful job that I enjoy very much, it is very very mind effing. Along with this seemingly crazy schedule, I tutor two 12-yr-olds who are each cute in their own way and can also get on my nerves pretty soon. God has also gifted me with a voice, which I am currently in the process of honing by attending Hindustani classical vocal classes at the institute near my house. Interestingly, despite my hectic schedule I don’t seem to be losing any weight, so I have joined a gym. Phew...

My living conditions involve living in a flat with one of my closest friends from my hostel, and we have a gala time—despite her not being there most of the time. But life is still fun and six months have passed so quickly that I haven’t even realized where they have gone. But I feel fulfilled, I feel useful and busy, despite my daily lamenting on how much work I have pending or how tired I am.

Hmmm…so what have I accomplished so far? Independence, responsibilities, patience, traveling fatigue :), tolerance, alertness for any kind of situation, confidence in dealing with emergencies, confidence in dealing with any kind of person, assertiveness (which is slowly, yet steadily winning the race), still no control over my temper and crazy mood swings (scorpion tendencies u see!!), more value for money and an equal amount of guilt over spending it, pride—at supporting myself, monetarily, emotionally. Hmmm…that seems to be about it.