Step Into My Shoes..

Last night as I lay down poring over the pages under the bright orangey lamp light, I was being nibbled by a feeling that the day had gone to waste. The day had been glorious. The sun was out and the sky had shone like new furniture. I was up early, too early for a day without work and classes. I had begun the day with the book. Like, I was up and had started reading without even getting up. After two hours of reading, I had been up and working out. For someone who is a huge fan of sunny days, whenever the morning graces with a bright sunlight, it is an open invitation for going out. And yet for someone who is also a big fan of reading, staying home and having a good read of a good book is equally tempting. I did go out for breakfast, and although I spent some time looking for places I could go, none fit the shoes of convenience. So I ended up laying down on my bed with sun pouring through the window, bright and warm, and reading. And I didn't just read. I lived three liv...

I have always wanted adventure in my life. And travelling has been one of the many things I wanted to do. Not so long ago, I went for white water rafting in Bhote Koshi with my colleagues. We had wanted to go for bungee in the first place but not so many people seemed to be enthusiastic about it. Many of us thought it was a decision no one could make at the spur of a moment. I was among that group. Although I would have loved to take that leap, I was going to have to see it happening right in front of my eyes before deciding if I could do it. But the booking had to be made before the trip so, everyone settled for rafting. We left Kathmandu early in the morning and got there early enough to witness the bungee and another adrenaline- pumping sports called 'swing'. Bungee looked fun but swing looked more like a nightmare. In no time, we were ready to do 'our' thing. We got our rafts into the water after getting a detailed safety instruction. It was my second t...

If you've ever felt alone, remember Calvin, who's found a soulful friend in his stuffed tiger toy, Hobbes. If a six year old boy can have adventures all by himself, why can't we? True, he seems a bit eccentric but life isn't fun without all these eccentricities. Whenever I read these comic pieces, I can't help but love this little boy and his friend, both of whom are filled with strange ideas.  I quote Calvin and say, "There's a difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!" Stay euphoric!!