My Bucket List!!

OK, so before I die, I have a very long list of desires to be fulfilled. Hopefully I shall live to be a hundred with all my vital organs functioning. Vital organs, haha. And the desires are:

20. Sky-dive in Australia or New Zealand. I'm a little afraid of heights but this is something I really HAVE to do! Fly! Fly!Fly! Scream!Yell! Puke!

19.Get a tattoo. Something small, on the back of my neck. I have skin so sensitive it's allergic to hot/cold wax. Sigh.

18. Speaking of body hair, to invent a pain-free,effective,inexpensive method of the same. Stupid, smelly armpit hair.

17.Ride a bike! From one city to the next, on a Royal Enfield. Or hit the race tracks on a Yamaha R1 or a Ducati. That's the shit.

16. Ban Bollywood movies. Forever.

15.Open a restaurant by the sea-side. Food served will include only my favourite dishes. And that would be anything and everything edible.

14. Belly dance

13. Perform the same to : Will Smith, Brett Lee, Adam Gilchrist, Robin Williams, Hugh Jackman

12. Eat chocolate chip dough ice-cream, all day long, for the rest of my life.

11.Learn Karate/ Kick-boxing and beat up bad guys or guys in general.

10.Travel the world with Jeff Corwin and marry him in the process.

9. Be trapped with Vegeta(Super saiyan-2) in the other dimension.

8.Watch Cartoons(Dexter's lab, Johnny Bravo,Spongebob,Garfield) and sing along to every theme song .

7. Play the role of a Disney princess.

6.Play the role of Phoebe Buffay. (there's not much to act really)

5.Never see the light of day, anytime before 11:30 am.

4. Stop violence against women, children and animals.

3. Get five dogs. Name them Vodka, Whiskey, Gin, Cleo and Caesar.

2. Join a metal band. Get purple hair. Play the drums or be the vocalist.

1.Be my biggest fan.

Luv,
Cookie Monster

The Assassin

A story I wrote for English class...

She crept towards the sleeping body. With bloodlust on her mind she tried not to think of anything but the mission. Get in, finish the job and get out just as fast. The rules had been clearly put down for her. If she got caught that was the end of her and all that she had been trained to do…

Arya was born a fighter. Without any parents to support her she had been raised in an orphanage in Bombay. This had toughened her more than anything else could have. She grew up surrounded by unlucky souls like her with nowhere else to go. The unhappiness at the orphanage had made her seek out friends on the streets. Her way of surviving was to fight. She got into brawls and fights because that was how it was out there on the streets.

As the years passed she learnt various martial arts. Karate, Taekwondo, Judo…nothing eluded her. She learnt fast and eagerly. Slowly but surely she emerged a master. Someone you wouldn’t want to face. A deadly foe you would rather run away from during a fight.

As Arya developed and mastered her skills and got out of the orphanage into the big bad world she was immediately offered a position with the local Bombay mafia. She took up the offer as she was offered more money than she had ever seen in her life. One thing she was not was a coward. She would prove that she could do the job of a hired assassin just as well as any man could.

And prove she did! Her boss, a faceless man with a bad reputation had given her numerous small jobs which she completed successfully. She moved on to the bigger jobs- assassinations done for the ‘greater good’. She never flinched and never looked back. T hat was how Arya worked. Get in, finish the job and get out just as fast. No one except her boss knew who she was, but nevertheless she was feared in Bombay’s underworld.

Tonight’s job was simple. She had to break into a suburban house and finish off the man inside. This man had squandered and stolen money from her boss. He had betrayed him many times too. This had angered the boss so much that death was the only option. Arya thought that it would be as easy as any other job…

She entered the house through the back. A simple flick of the lock had done the trick. She had studied the layout and knew where the man slept. She reached his room and crept soundlessly towards the sleeping body. Slowly she took out the syringe. That was the easiest way to do it. No messy stains left behind.
Arya went near the man. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of his face. And syringe fell out of her hand with a clatter…

It couldn’t be! This man was the only person who had helped her and befriended her when she was at the orphanage. Only a few years older than her he had sneaked food to her when she was hungry and taught her about the world. His lessons had proved valuable to her during the course of her career. Arya had lost contact with him when she had started work. And now here he was! And she had been ordered to kill him!

Faced with this dilemma Arya stood confused. But another glimpse of his face proved that she couldn’t do it. She suddenly felt sick at heart. What was the point of all of this? The excitement? The bloodlust? At some point in time it would all catch up with you and give you a big crushing blow. Like now.

Making up her mind Arya picked up the syringe and slowly made her way out. She couldn’t do it and never would be able to. Her friend had taught her a lesson again.