The List to Happiness


There are a lot of things in this world to see and do. And I have my entire life to see them and do them. There are things I know of, and want to try. There are places I know of, and I want to visit. So I made a Bucket List to Happiness. It’s…er… a bucket list. And only after I manage to strike through all of them will I declare myself satisfied and happy. So here goes-

1. Buy a music box. (I’ve always wanted to own one of these. Like the one Mia owns, in the movie The Princess Diaries. It is just so beautiful. I’ve never seen one in shops here. The first thing I’ll do once I leave this country is buy a music box.)

2. Attend a masquerade ball. (I have never ever attended one. Ever. And I’m DYING to.)

3. Go to a Halloween party! (We dont celebrate Halloween here in Calcutta. Pity.)

4. Visit New York. (If i don’t go to NYC for my masters, I will DEFINITELY visit it. At least once in my lifetime. If not more.)

5. Visit Alabama (Because I love the movie Sweet Home Alabama. A LOT.), Rome, Italy, France, Germany and Prague.

6. Make lots and Lots and LOTS of new friends. (Somehow, I’ve always really wanted to make friends who are foreigners. There’s something just so…. Interesting about them! I mean, they have a different way of life and I would so love to know all about it! And I can’t exactly tap on a random stranger’s shoulder and say, “So, tell me EVERYTHING.”)

7. Shop. In Rodeo Drive.

8. Visit Ireland, Scotland and England.

9. Date a British guy and an Irish guy and a Scottish guy.

10. Buy a beautiful house in Tennessee or North Carolina or West Virginia!

That’s all I’ve come up with yet. I’ll keep adding more to it. 😀

The Toaster Hates Me


Today, I had a near death experience. Ok, no, I’m just exaggerating. I just nearly split my head open. Nearly. ‘Cause the toaster hates me. This is what happened-

Me and the toaster are not friends. For obvious reasons. Every time I put the bread slice into the toaster, it toasts and jumps out at me, scaring me shitless in the process. So, today I decided to stare at the toaster, wait for the SOB to spring the toast into my face. And I was totally staring at it, expecting it to jump out but the stupid thing was taking too long. Conspiracy, I tell you. My mind JUST started to drift towards Mathew Goode and his heavenly British accent and of course, the SOB chose that moment to throw the toast at my face. Not literally. But, I got scared all the same. The toast sprung up, making me jump as a result. And since the stars are not aligned in my favor today, or any day for that matter, I slipped on God knows what and fell, hitting my head on the kitchen shelves and then the cold hard floor. And it was hard. The floor, I mean. No That’s What She Said jokes please.
So anyway, that is what happened. I now sport a bump on my head, the size of Texas.
The kitchen equipments hate me. And I’m scared of a toaster. Go figure.

And that’s it. That’s all I have to say today. Why did you need to know this? I don’t really know.