" Ma , i am gonna die when im 83 '' , i anxiously ran towards my mother wanting to know her reaction . I was only five then . Immature , girlish and with two tiny pigtails set neatly with two tiny pink ribbons i ran to a preoccupied mother . The pandit very confidently scrutinized the paths of life in my hand and predicted so .
So long , wud i live for so long ? What wud i do ? wud'nt i get bored ?
Well , i now have an answer . Today , i wanna do sumthing .
I wanna travel to each corner of the world , I wanna meet people of different lands , cultures , traditions , etc . I wanna know their perceptions and not judge them . I wanna sit in church and stare at the sculpture of jesus for hours . I wanna walk aimlessly on an unknown street in sum corner of the world at midnight . I wanna live the life of a beggar , pickpocket and a labourer for a day . funny . huh ?
I wanna be a vagabond for ta major part of my life . I wanna go without food not by choice but by compulsion . I wanna experience the ultimate joys and sorrows of life and know the secrects of afterdeath .
I wanna find what the common man fails to find . When soil becomes a bed and the sky becomes a blanket . I wanna explore all that lies between the two and then i want to find what lies within me , my core !
