On this birthday, I have come up with 30 items that I wish to achieve before I turn 30. As I make progress, I will keep this post (by strikethrough) updated. I experienced a profound sense of happiness, motivation, and appreciation for life upon completing this bucket list.
Don’t just read my bucket list though – Create your own too and get inspired.
Complete Chadar Trek
Go on an International vacation with my Family (Achieved: Malaysia, Singapore)
Throw a dinner party for my friends and Family - (home Self-made meal)
Learn to play musical instrument
Offer my mom and dad a head massage.
Reduce Weight to 52 KG/Achieve my ideal weight
Sleep under the starts with my Entire family (Achieved)
Spend whole day reading a novel - No Network, No TV
Flipkart IndiBlogger meet Adventures in Wonderland
The sky was the bluest of blue that I had ever seen and the grass was the greenest of green. There were strawberry creepers all around the footpath I was walking on and I could see chocolates hanging from the trees in shiny wrappers.
I was staring in amazement; when suddenly, a white rabbit, dressed in striped waistcoat and black pants, ran past me. He was muttering to himself, “Oh dear. Oh dear. I shall be late!” Burning with curiosity, I started running after him.
The rabbit was way ahead of me and soon, I lost him. There was an intersection of two roads in front of me and I didn’t know which way he went.
I was looking around when I saw a huge mushroom growing, on the field on my right side. I stood on my tiptoe and peeped on the top of the mushroom. There, I saw a big caterpillar smoking a hookah. “What are you doing here?” said the caterpillar. “I was running after a white rabbit. If you saw him, can you please tell me where he went?” “Oh yes, I know where he went. But I will tell you about something else first” said the caterpillar. “Okay”, I said hesitatingly.
“You gotta fight
For your right
To Party…
You gotta fight
For your right
To Party...
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty....
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty....”
The caterpillar began to sing a song from Beastie-boy. I had no mood to listen to it, hence I made a move.
“Cat? I am trying to find a rabbit, not a cat. And you said you knew where the rabbit went. Above all, my curiosity arose now. Tell me what happened in the Flipkart IndiBloggers meet”, I said angrily. “Keep your temper and find the cat” said the caterpillar. And I couldn’t get anything else out of him.
So, I looked around and found some cat paw prints and started following the track. It led me to a big tree. I looked up the tree and there, on one of the branches, a Cheshire cat with a big grin started appearing slowly out of thin air. “How are you getting on?” said the cat with the big grin. “I was running after a rabbit. If you saw a rabbit passed by, can you please tell me where he went?” I asked. “I did and I shall” said the cat. “But first, I will tell you about an extempore game that was played in the bloggers meet last Saturday. After the stupendous drinks, the bloggers were divided into a team and was assigned with an “Image search” task. Two people from each team have to volunteer for captain and Vice-captain. Each team has to come up with an innovative name for their teams. I remember the teams naming, "Vyapam",“FlikRock” i.e a portmanteau of blending the words Flipkart and Hard rock cafe.
Cheerful bloggers...
The game goes like this.. The bloggers have to go around and click a picture of other bloggers fashion accessories on their mobile. It could be anything but related to fashion category like belts, handbags, tops, shoes, earrings. This new image search feature had amazingly displayed the similar product in the Flipkart App.
The team who finds the maximum products within 10 minutes with the same color, pattern or style would be declared as the winner. Team 5 with a maximum of 32 exact match has won the game. There is no chance of cheating/bribing/corruption here since the results were cross checked by the Flipkart team.
Best tweet contest were happening simultaneously and the tweets of all the bloggers were projected in a big screen. The best tweets grabbed Flipkart vouchers too.
The Big Screen that displayed the Bloggers tweets...
Then, a song began to play loudly and the Hard Rock Cafe's staff start to dance and it mesmerized the entire bloggers.
All the bloggers were then cheered with a photo session and an autographed copy of "Ten Love Stories: An IndiBlogger Selection" a book which is a collection of short stories of some of the best writers registered on the IndiBlogger platform."
After completing his story, the cat started disappearing; his grin remained visible for a second longer than his body. “Oh, this is just getting curious and curious’er!” I cried out in surprise.
Suddenly, someone shouted behind me. “There is that cat! Off with his head! Off with his head!”
I looked back and saw the Queen of Hearts running towards me, or rather the disappearing cat, and her soldiers of Hearts were following suit.
The Queen of Hearts, who had stopped running and was standing next to me, said, “Who are these awful Oompa Loompas? Off with their heads!” “Hey, you can’t do that. Oompa Loompas are not awful. They are very nice little people in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory” I said.
After hearing what I said, the Queen first blinked in disbelief that someone could talk back at her like that and became so angry that I could almost see a vein throbbing in her paper face. “Soldiers, arrest her! Off with her head!” shouted the Queen, pointing her flat finger at me.
The soldiers charged towards me but I stood my ground. “I am not afraid of you. You are just pack of cards” I said swinging my hands around at them.
Then, my right hand hit the wall at the side of my bed and I woke up. My phone alarm was ringing
“You gotta fight
For your right
To Party…
You gotta fight
For your right
To Party...
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty....
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty....”
I hit the alarm and it hurt to think that it was a dream. Hey WAIT!!!
I found "Ten Love Stories: An IndiBlogger Selection" book on my bed next to the teddy bear. I realized I dozed off last night reading the book. Indiblogger can make the dream of bloggers come true!!! I reminisced the past Indibloggers meet that happened in the luxurious places like Hard Rock cafe, Big Pitcher, The Zuri, ITC Gardenia......
I thanked Indiblogger and Flipkart gratefully for making another memorable event. I washed my face and opened my blog to pen my Flipkart Indiblogger experience.
Deepika Muthusamy is an author, an ‘outdoorsy’ person, and a fitness enthusiast. Her passion for exploring new places, staying active, and living a healthy lifestyle is evident in her writing.
Her debut novel ‘Touch of Mist’ has been well-received by readers. The novel is a fictional love-story that explores the complexities of relationships and the power of love.
She is a Software Techie by profession and began her career with the IBM. Her expertise in technology has allowed her to create compelling characters and plotlines.
Deepika is also the co-founder of Bangalore Hikers and has organized several treks in and around Bangalore. Her experiences while traveling have provided inspiration for her writing and have helped her to create vivid, immersive settings for her articles.
Apart from her outdoor adventures, Deepika is also a fitness enthusiast. She has been participating in the TCS 10K Bangalore run, Coimbatore Marathon, and Pinkathon 10K run since 2012. Her commitment to fitness and a healthy lifestyle is reflected in her writing, as she often incorporates themes of physical activity and wellness into her novels.
Reena was all set to swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m. she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken about 20 years ago. It was a memorable sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled down her eyes and fell onto the photo frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still, her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to commit suicide.