I wish...

I think I want to own a house in the mountains. A small cottage maybe. Get myself a German shepherd. Convince The Guy to come along somehow. Listen to some good music. Become a great cook. Read all the books I’ve always wanted to.

I still can’t decide if I’m addicted to tea or coffee. So by this year end, I need to get one thing straight - a clear demarcation between tea and coffee. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I wish I was an Arabian princess like Jasmine maybe. And I wish my guy owned a flying carpet, a blue genie and…that would suffice I guess.
Life would be fun. So much fun. We would roam the deserts, hunt for emeralds and rubies, fight the bad guys and yes occasionally save the kingdom too. Me in that pretty blue dress please. Hehe…

I don’t think I like this concept of exams anymore. Not that I ever did. But how I wish I could walk up to the King of my land and ask him to do away with exams. But I’m sure even he would look at me as unbelievably as my dad did when I told him about comparative literature. Now that’s a different story altogether folks! (Later, maybe.)

Remember those coloring books from kindergarten. The ones where we were asked to rub crayons on some round figures. Apples. Oranges. Round faces. Usually on lazy afternoons. After lunch. What fun boy what fun!!! I want to do that again. Oh how I want to do that again.

I wish I could blow up my college. BOOM !!!
With the professors, dope-heads, the stupid clerk who refuses to accept fines and the Aquaguard machine which never works.
Oh how I wish…

And I really don’t have a reason for scribbling all this. DUH !!!!

Please papa...

“I don’t like it here papa…I just don’t”

“There are very few places in this world darling that can actually proclaim your acceptance and likeness…”

“World is a big word you know, papa…”

“And you have seen none of it…not yet…”

“Will you ever let me papa…will you ever let me leave your hand and walk on my own? Will you ever let me stumble and get up to walk again…on my own?”

“People yearn for protection do you know that…it’s not wise to project your ignorance. Only a fool can ask for a fall when people around are willing to raise him…to a pedestal even he hasn’t imagined for himself.”

“Then why push him beyond his imaginations…why not let him dream for himself…why not, papa?”

“Not every one is capable of dreaming big.”

“And who decides the limits papa…who?”

“Dreams have no limits…they are not measured…”

“Well…if they don’t, then how can my dream be smaller than yours…why compare them if they are not measurable…?”

“No one’s comparing them dear…we are just helping you…protecting you. That is all.”

“Your help chokes me papa…your protection holds me back…it grasps me so tight…I can’t break free papa…I don’t like it here…”

“You understand nothing dear…someday you shall…”

“Yes papa…I don’t understand. And how I wish I had never tried understanding.”