Wednesday, April 15, 2015

How we want to travel.....

As long as i remember i loved to travel. My first travel being at age of 1 month (Courtesy - Mom). Each year we would go to Hyderabad or Rajahmundry in summer vacation and take 2 trips in other part of the year. These travels included historical places, religious temples.

Always aided with history lessons while travelling and eat all varieties of food. This was time when mom has some peaceful time and dad took over us. As time passed and we being 'independent' individuals would mostly argue on various topics - right to Harry Potter (god bless JK Rowling for making my dinner conversations full of magic and mystery).


Even Hrithik roshan's dance was topics of these discussions many a times.


As i grew i was sure i hated traffic and wanted to join a college where its walkable to me. Some major lessons learnt there :(. I ended up travelling in bus to home for 12 hrs with same horrible Telugu movie playing on and on. I still think I'm claustrophobic due to these bus rides.


and my vow to never travel in bus again. then came the train phase. Which was predominant in my childhood, travelling more then 20 hours at times and where people built mini houses in 2-tier coupes. But my latter train travels included, shorter trips - occasionally including Vada pav in morning with Tea.


favorite for course was Pune-Bombay rides where each time i should get on that train - tension prevails cause you need to catch train (bloody 4:30  in the morning), second ensure you do not miss oily omelet and bread while you doze of in front of strangers like a dog, before pune comes ensure fix your hair.


Cut 2, in quest to break free i land in my so called dream city in India - Bangalore and aaghhh!!!


I spend many of my lovely evenings in traffic with nothing but a book reader. At times these just make me thing is this way to travel????


so much so that i hate travelling. :(


I love to travel by plane not because its quick - its never quick - remember in the name of growth when airport is miles away. Its gives me a high - as if Ferris wheel is coming down. 


in spite of all these - it is always something new i get to learn from these travels. Either something new about either of parent. Some new amazing quality patidev has, what i want to do something differnet or can do. How bro dearest is always pain in A**.


Needless to say, travel we must not because it takes us places but enhances our experiences. And i long for my next one....

Monday, April 13, 2015

Bucket list.......

I have quite a few things in my bucket list which i have to achieve.....i have no where came near to thm. i'm yet to bungee jump or even go to coorg for the weekend....and i stay in Bangalore. Yet each year i add to that list. My latest was learn Spanish (after a dearie friend told me dear no one learns German people speak Spanish most in the world.....too much influence of Spanish football on him).

This is on day when i bunked office to contemplate why and what I'm doing in life. Pattidev laughs off and almost falls of bed (ROFL...if you please). He says I'm sure you will get nothing on contemplating. (Wait i need to check th spelling.....)...ah correct one i thy used.


so between bucket list (damn that movie for screwing our lives and making us miserable.) and contemplating my work and life....i decided to bunk office and drink tea all day and cam across very nice website for learning spanish. Lets see how it goes....


back to my bucket list.....something which almost top of was Kenya and hot air balloning with my sweetheart of life and drink bubbly....how ever pattidev as he is refuses to set foot on that continent unless he has a choice and make me wonder if i need to change my busket list.


I still want to go Kenya just to visit rift valley and masai mara and hot air ballooning....


as i grow old each year i revise my list and find i still have one single passion which never left me.


Dance


it never featured in any list and yet when I'm alone i just swirl around the house and smile in poise. Are our deepest things we hold close to our heart are too dear to discuss with anyone or just we hope for it. Bucket list when completed in life, there might be sense of completeness in doing so but it might not satisfy that deep desire when we keep lingering....this hope is what we live for....