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Things to do before I die

1) Go back-packing through Europe

2) Vist all the Seven Wonders of the World- Ancient, Medevial, Natural, Underwater, Forgotten, Modern, Forgotten Natural, Forgotten Modern, Forgotten Medevial. ( I found this website where they have a listing of all these. How many are still standing I don't really know. Anyway for those of you who are interested, this is the link

3) Watch a football match preferably a Champions League night at Anfield wearing Liverpool colours and El Clasico between Barcelona and Real Madrid.

4) Watch an NBA game- The All-Star one

5) Visit a concentration camps in Germany like Auschwitz

6) Be in Germany for Oktoberfest

7) Go on the plane trip which lets you see the curve of the earth. (I saw this on Discovery. Some place in Russia apparently

8) Visit Rio Di Janeiro at Carnival time.

9) Walk down the Champ-Elysees in Paris

10) Buy Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes, a Louis Vuitton bag and a Chanel dress

11) Trek up Mount Everest

12) Participate in a game of Paintball

13) Be on Oprah Winfrey when she has the Christmas episode where she gives away all the free stuff

14) Be a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist

15) Be published in the New Yorker and The Economist

16) Live in the Himalayas for a year at least

17) Get a tattoo

18) Be a character on The Simpsons

19) Meet John Abraham, Aamir Khan and Brad Pitt and I mean really meet

20) Have a really long conversation with Michael Jordan about the joys of basketball

21)Be Part of the Olympics either as a spectator or as an athlete

22) Watch Roger Federer play at Wimbledon and only at Wimbledon

23) Shoot a wildlife film in the Serengeti in Africa

24) Explore the rain forests in Brazil

25) Go to Mecca and Jerusalem

26) Learn to fly a plane


*Shall add more as and when I remember them

Comments

Shobha said…
Well, I wanna do (1) and (2) myself...
Lyandra D'souza said…
Shobha: I know what you mean. A dream come true which is why I put them first.

Anyway, welcome to the blog and I hope I see more of you here.

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