I had been voluntarily tagged ages ago by museditions to write 10 things I love with letter ‘R’.
Racket/Racquet: This is significant, for it marks my brief sporting career in badminton. Who knows, I could have been named next after Prakash Padukone if I had continued. 😉
Raconteur: You bet, I would say this, I love stories, so I have to love story-tellers. I appreciate all the local, amateur talent as well. Mark Twain and Ruskin Bond and are few of my favorite raconteurs.
Rafting: I have been to rafting trips several times. I can be a lousy rafter, I was actually. There is less power in my forearms, yet I love the thrill and continue to put myself against the tides. I am getting better.
Ragpickers: Readers of this blog would know that this is a issue close to my heart. Recently I discovered severe drug addiction amongst ragpickers. Helping one or two ragpickers randomly is not going to help, an entire system overhaul is required.
Raisins: Well, I love them! I always have a pack of raisins at my place. I have them with cashews.
Reading: I am a voracious reader, something that is common knowledge amongst people who know me. I read mostly while I travel. Last year I read about 53 books. Currently I am re- reading Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence. I just finished a boring book The Nanny Diaries. It was a poor rip-off of Devil Wears Prada. I heard that they made a movie about it? 😦
Rejuvenation: What I won’t do to have a relaxing back rub or a spa? Now do me a favour, do not relate rejuvenation to ageing, mine is more about recreation. Travelling to beautiful locales around the country is also part of my rejuvenation therapy.
Roller Coaster: Whoa! I loved rides, especially roller coasters. I am soon going to boast of riding all those scary rides around the world.
Romance: It adds spice of my life. Yes, I miss it when its not there. :sotto voce: Read this love tag to know the romantic side of me. 🙂
Rum cake: Christmas was here, and I gorged on some yummy home-made rum cakes baked by friends. 🙂
I had been tagged yet again by Withering Willow (btw why does this willow have to wither? :P) to write ten things with letter G. Here they are:
Garden: I love houses with garden. At school, I wanted to take up gradening seriously as a hobby. I did spend some hours everyday in my friend’s garden, digging and getting myself soiled, till my parents put a stop to it. I will soon have a terrace garden in my house.
Genealogy: This is very important, something that we Indians ignore. First time I heard about genetic diseases was through Reader’s Digest and found out how genealogy can help. Recently I insisted that a friend,who has cancer patients on both his parent’s side to get his genealogy charts done. It’s a tedious task that can look romantic only in mystery books.
Generosity: Well, this never fails to turn me on and respect a person. Very important, even for my man to have. 🙂
Gifts: Who doesn’t love gifts? My favorite gifts are books. I recently discovered that I love it if people (some specific people ) gift me with exquisite clothing like an evening gown/skirt and…. I too love to gift books, though I am not restricted to it.
Grafitti: I pay lot of attention to it while I travel or read travelogues. I am known to search web for best grafitti around the world.
Green: I love things about environment, greenery and also sometimes green clothes. 😛 Greenpeace is an organisation I have always supported though sometimes they do get over-the-top.
Guitar: A guitar playing hero/singer has always done something to my insides. Though I no longer hold any ambition to learn to play guitar, a guitar still holds a charm for me.
Gutsy: I love and admire gutsy people. Gutsy men can make my knees weak. Speaking of which, it has been long time since I have had any knee-weakening encounters. :sigh:
Gymnophobia: This one is a special memory involving school, saved for last. When I was in fifth grade, I was intrigued with words of Greek and Latin origin in English. I stumbled upon this list of phobias, shared it a friend, D. Together we played a silly prank on each of our classmates. We would ask them, “Do you have gymnophobia?” Baffled, all of them would answer in negative. And we would split into rapturous laughter at their expense. Our suspicious classmates looked up the word frantically in all the dictionaries available in the school library. They were outraged when they discovered the meaning. Gymnophobia means fear of nakedness.
Update: I tag everyone on my blogroll who has not done this tag yet.