Breaking Free From The Vanilla ME!

Context: List out 5 things that can add Zest to your life.

I turn thirty soon and am not squeamish about it.

But in retrospect, there are things I would have loved to do.

But i didn't. 
Because I was a BIG chicken.

To hell with all my Inhibitions,

If I don’t start living now, then when?

By doing some crazy and some not so crazy things,

I want to feel adventure, feel reckless, feel alive....

And bring back the Zest in me.

How about a nice flavor of a chocolate mud pie,
Tired of being the vanilla ol' me..

#1

Watch a movie and enjoy a dinner by myself.

   I’ve contemplated doing this a thousand times. But every time I picture myself heading towards the box office, all alone and asking for a single ticket, petrifies me. People might end up thinking that am a sadist or suicidal. So a movie by myself would be empowering. 
I need to learn "how to not give a DAMN."
I want to learn to enjoy my company. Minus the husband, the kid and the smart phone. Just me and my pizza. The best part about a dinner out alone is, I don’t even have to share the dessert...

#2

Crash a wedding.

   Don’t know why, but I love cheap thrills. All dolled up, I want to show up at a lavish wedding. Eat free food. Pretend I belong. Hell, if I am feeling courageous enough I might even go up and click a selfie with the bride and the groom.

#3

Go backpacking.

   Baby steps, may be Pune. Would love to walk around the city without any agenda. Crash at a hostel and eat at the local bakery. May be even check myself in at the Rajneesh Ashram. How about those airy yoga pants and the mat flip-flops’?

#4

Get drunk.

  Get drunk and put up a show, may be give a couple of people a piece of my mind. But the closest I’ve ever come to alcohol is mixing minuscule amounts with sugar laden juices. I’ve never developed a taste for it, but I still wanna get drunk. Don’t know how? 
If only they could come up with a milkshake and alcohol concoction.

#5

Sing at a karaoke bar.

A BRAN NEW DAY by  STING.

You can turn the clock to zero, honey
I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money
We're starting up a brand new day!!!

After getting drunk I want to head to a karaoke bar and sing, STING.
I wanna sing my lungs out, while no one is judging. 

And even if they are, am probably too drunk to notice.
liberation baby, LIBERATION!

We are our worst enemies,

No one has stopped me from doing anything, but myself.

Is OK not to be in control all the time,

Its about time I learned to have
 a little fun , add a little zest! 
happy 30th to me ;)

The MillionDollar Food #TheLastSupper #Borosil

Your everyday food,

That looks like a million,
Tastes like a million!

If I had a day to live,

And had to wish my last meal,

It wouldn’t be a fancy Thin Crust Pizzas,

Not even those Sushi Wraps,

It would be a plate full of PaniPuri,

May be a dollop of butter under the fiery PavBhaji.

A nibble of crisp Cheese Grilled Sandwich,

Half an Idlli dunked in golden goodness.

A wedge of the famous ChopsueyDosa,

And bite of my favorite CholeKulchas.

Small serving of Bhurji with Rumali,

And  some DalChawal made by Ma.

A Thepla rolled into a pipe,

And Some chilled Lassi to wash it all down.

that’s all for the mains folks,

As I am trying to keep it light.

For the desserts,

I'd like some Rabri with piping hot Jalibies,

A Kulfi and make it Pista.

Brownie smeared with gooey goodness,

And scoop of Madagascar vanilla to keep it company.

Mom’s famous GajarHalwa,

And some Malpua dripping with Ghee.

Rasmalai with all its succulent goodness.
A hot GulabJamun and that's all that I can eat.

Can’t afford to look bloated on my last day 
So I'll end it with a truffle

Finishing it off with a paan to aid digestion,

Correction, make that chocolate paan :)

So what if it’s my last meal,

You better server it in style.

Though my meal choices are not pretentious,

But that shouldn’t stop you from laying a spread fit for the Queen.

I fancy plates inspired by the English summer,

Glasses as clear as crystal,

I fancy desserts straight out of Alice’s tea party.

Would appreciate the table set with some candles,

And subtle scent of lavender in the air.

With Norah Jones playing in the background 

Reminding me of the beautiful life ‘Ive had,

And the infinite possibilities that lay ahead of me.

That’s how I'd describe,

MyLastSupper,

MyPerfectMeal.

What would yours be??

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