24 Hours only

If I had only 24 hours to live, wonder what I would do?

First, I would withdraw all my money. Close all my savings schemes, mutual funds & the various other investment options. Calculate the money I got in hand. Choose an exotic location & escape there with Sathya & Tanvi. This, assuming, the place is an hour’s flight, & tickets are available & all the other logistical details.

If I am unable to move out of town, then in Bangalore, I would choose a place like Wonder Laa or some other water theme park.

Instead of water, I would drink loads of milkshakes that day – all possible variations of it. I LOVE milkshakes.

I would finally buy those micro mini denim shorts & leather boots I have been lusting after, since forever! That will put an end to Sathya’s infamous instruction, “Ya…you can wear those when we go to Malaysia (or any other “phoren” city). Not here. If you want to wear in India, wear it at home.” How ridiculous!

I will buy Satty an entire range of exercise or gym gear, from shoes to sweat pants to sippers to what not. I know he is going to start over-eating all over again; partly from old habit & partly from missing me, not having me around to cajole him, “Please stop. It’s enough for one day.” He definitely will need a gentle reminder to go, shed those extra kilos off.

I will buy Tan an exotic piece of jewelry for her to remember me by; something very ethnic, with exquisite stone work; a choker perhaps.

I will try a shot of tequila, a puff of cigarette & one dose of the most easily available drug!

I will definitely blow up all my cash (the little that would be left by then that is,.)

Maybe, I will record a video, with me talking to Sat & Tan, one final time, telling them I love them. No … I don’t think I will be able to do that. I might not be able to stay strong. I may choke & begin to cry. No. I think, I will prefer to go, with a few things left unsaid.

I want all my last memories to be happy ones. I wouldn’t want to see Sattu & Tan sad that I wouldn’t be there any longer. I want to take their cheerful faces with me to my afterlife. They too should remember me smiling. I think I will kiss Tan a lot that day. I will miss them both.

Hey … I shouldn’t be ‘missing’ them. Ya right. I will just hover around them, especially Tan, and guard her like I am her own private angel. Will I be an angel? Wow, that was one redeeming thought in this whole shindig of death related wishes.

My god … 24 hours is such a short time to enjoy life at the last moment! Funny, I didn’t count the 33 years I already had! Hmm!