These are most like daydreams I’ve chased. I liked imagining things.
Be an architect. There was a time when I was so fascinated with physics and mathematics that I wanted to grow up to work in a field which involved both. Back then, I wanted to be an architect more than anything. Getting to listen to clients, making pencil-drawings of what they'd like (of course there would be CAD but the sound of a sharp pencil on paper is divine) and then finally building it as they want it. Spending all my time in this beautiful combination of art, math and science, making people's dreams come true. Utter bliss.
Climb Mount Everest. Yes I've wanted to be a climber too, following in the footsteps of Sir Edmund Hillary. Um, literally. To see the world from such a height, shielding yourself from the blistering cold, having frost bites (up to second degree only :p) on your nose tip, cheeks and hands. The thrill of the upward ascent and the fear of not being able to find your way back down the treacherous path, having the knowledge that so many people have died on this same quest! It makes me shudder (out of excitement, not the cold).
Build a country: Yumnaistan. Who wouldn't want his own country? Mine was to be on an island, far away from the rest of the world. The citizens would be my own friends and family and their friends and family and their..Oh wait, that makes it the whole world. I'll just limit it to people who want to distance themselves from the world as it is today. The deceitful world that runs entirely against what we've been taught in our childhood. So the citizens would be people who'd like to start life anew, who want to live life according to the noble principles taught by our religion. People who want to be different, in a good way. And this country would prosper because it would please God. When other countries see our progressing economy and the high levels of satisfaction and happiness prevalent in our country, they would offer to join hands. One by one they would join us and together we would rinse the world of all its evilness.
Climb Mount Everest. Yes I've wanted to be a climber too, following in the footsteps of Sir Edmund Hillary. Um, literally. To see the world from such a height, shielding yourself from the blistering cold, having frost bites (up to second degree only :p) on your nose tip, cheeks and hands. The thrill of the upward ascent and the fear of not being able to find your way back down the treacherous path, having the knowledge that so many people have died on this same quest! It makes me shudder (out of excitement, not the cold).
Build a country: Yumnaistan. Who wouldn't want his own country? Mine was to be on an island, far away from the rest of the world. The citizens would be my own friends and family and their friends and family and their..Oh wait, that makes it the whole world. I'll just limit it to people who want to distance themselves from the world as it is today. The deceitful world that runs entirely against what we've been taught in our childhood. So the citizens would be people who'd like to start life anew, who want to live life according to the noble principles taught by our religion. People who want to be different, in a good way. And this country would prosper because it would please God. When other countries see our progressing economy and the high levels of satisfaction and happiness prevalent in our country, they would offer to join hands. One by one they would join us and together we would rinse the world of all its evilness.
Play for the WNBA: Ever since my first encounter some ten years ago with basketball, I've been in love with the game. The sound of a basketball being dribbled on the wooden court and the sound of it passing through the net with its elegant swoosh are both ecstatic. My first introduction to this game was at school in New York City. It seemed to be the sport of choice and pretty soon I too had developed a liking for this game. My brother and I would often play in the parks there. Later when we moved to Ohio, we even bought our own basketball. How I miss it now! One of my favorite memories is of a time when my brother and I had taken on a couple of kids in a 2-on-2 game at the local park. When I had stopped dribbling and was looking to make a pass to my brother, one of the kids dared me to shoot from where I was at the three-point line. Since I had no other choice (both the kids were covering my brother and it was impossible to pass), I made the shot and the ball went in with such grace I could've cried tears of joy.
Such was my passion for the sport that I even tried out for the girls basketball team at middle school. Practice was real tough as the coach made us sprint and do various drills. Another favorite memory is of the time when I was standing at half court and one of the girls asked me to shoot from there and I did. Once again, the ball went in effortlessly as we all (including myself :p) looked on in awe. Too bad the team uniform was not appropriate for a person with my cultural/religious background. Otherwise, I would have been in the WNBA by now. :p
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