desires... continued

Some of these are over-due desires...

• Topping the list is Pottery... I've wanted to learn pottery since a very long time, but never had the opportunity to do so. The simple movement of the hands, to form something so spectacular and smooth is fascinating. At some level this inspiration came from the movie The Ghost. Aah… unchained melody and molding clay and hands… if you’ve seen it, u know the rest.
• Next comes swimming. I’m a scorpion—a water sign—and I love water; I’ve always wanted to learn swimming, but again, it was either the lack of an opportunity or savings. So let me make this public resolution, that I will take up a membership at Mafatlals and learn and practice swimming.
• Driving. I’m not much of a car person, but I believe that it is very essential to learn how to drive; of course I asked one of my friends to teach me to ride a bike (Read: Passion Plus) but of course, it was a failure…he gave up after one session only) but anyway, coming back to the point, I want to learn to drive and SOOONN…
• A Confectionary course. Of course, with my love for food and cooking combined, this is a dream that I want to pursue (see why in my careers post)…aah the joys of baking...all because of mom.. She used to make such yummy food in my bachpan that I want it always...
• FINALLY, I want to learn the guitar and believe me I feel like kicking myself because I dint have the urge to learn it while I was a kid and had an opportunity for more than ten yrs.. but NOOOOO, I wanna learn it when I’m an adult and don’t have a brilliant teacher within a 10 mile radius.. but yah I wanna learn it, strum it and sing...
  
  Ooohhh, when do I accomplish all this? I can’t wait!!
  
  
  
  
  

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 ??!!!