I wish to go

I wish to go.

Escape the maddening chaos screaming down my neck. The yelling buzz gnawing the peaceful space in my mind. People ruthlessly grabbing the bits of calm in my heart, as if it were a rare trophy. 'Hey, how do you have that calm trophy for so long!!! I want it'.

So I have this list of places to visit to preserve my trophy.

(1) Scotland (I am told that I will absolutely love it. The beauty of it is more mesmerizing than any of Europe)

(2) Spain (because of Zindagi na milegi dobara. I will be glad to feel half the free spiritedness that those guys felt)

(3) Aachen (Thanks to Tamal we saw this absolutely serene and scenic town. I loved the architecture and just walking around. I know Sumit that you wish to spend some time alone with your friend here but trust me, leave me alone with a cappuccino, croissant, my books, train ticket and my laptop and am more than happy. It's the only place I wish to revisit)
p.s. Wonder where would Tamal go for calm?

(4) Las Vegas (I heard people go wild here so I don't mind exploring the wilder me)

(5) Tanzania (that's my birth place and mom tells me it really is exquisite so there I have my real wildlife safari waiting)

(6) Turkey (I've wanted to visit this place while in Dubai. Would be intriguing to see how a middle eastern country lives the European way. And of course the Turkish food - the limited vegetarian options)

(7) Raju's cottage, Manali (I saw this simple holiday resort sorts on NDTV good times. The place had such a high picturesque quotient while being no frills with its endless orchids)

(8) McLeod Ganj (again seen pictures of how beautiful the place is)

(9) Goa (to unconfine and indulge in feny)

(10) Any suggestions...?

Whew! That's a good trophy preservation list to begin with.

I feel alive

The soft breeze, dancing to the tune of the monsoons, her freshly manicured fingers exuding chill. She seducingly whispers in my ears, laughs and plays with my loose hair strands. She then looks at me with its darkened kohled eyes. The smile disappears and turns into a frown to find me laboriously punching into my blackberry. The hair strands still curled in the direction of the breeze but which go unnoticed by me. 'Damn technology smitten humans', the breeze curses.

She then seethingly turns its back on me and stealthily tiptoes in the other direction. And with renewed freshness tickles the shrub, the tree, the flowers, the lifeless dry leaves which had long forgotten the meaning of life. And all responded. The shrubs giggled while the tree swayed. The flowers blink shyly casting their fragrance in all directions. The lifeless dry leaves float along with the breeze turn a pale green as if infused with a second life. The breeze is joyous. She breathes ecstasy.

In her ecstatic moment, she looks at me who is now staring at nothing. 'Ah, finally without her technology toy'...the breeze notices. One last try and she blows, this time, a mild soft touch. The touch that feels like a gentle kiss on my cheek and I blush.

I feel alive.