Time machine? Yes, please!

The Daily Post asked me: Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

Oh, WordPress DailyPost dearest! How can I thank you enough? You keep on encouraging me to go to my fantasy world whenever I write a blogpost for postaday.

I would certainly choose the one that takes me to the past.

Why?

Because the history of every single region on earth is worth reliving; for instance, I would like to travel back to the 1st century AD of the Roman Empire and see what it is like – how the elite Romans lived, how the valiant warriors braved the battles, how the women waited patiently for their husbands to return home, how the legions functioned, how they fought against the invaders, how the gladiators and gladiatrices performed at the arenas, how the people celebrated their festivals, how wars were fought, and of course, about love in the ancient days – so pure, so chaste.

Then, I would like to go to South Korea. I have watched a few Korean serials; enough to provoke me to make up my mind to visit Seoul someday. I believe the place has a rich history, too, just like the others – I’d like to experience the land of Goryeo (that was what the combined nations of South and North Korea were called in the ancient days) and experience the layered dresses, fancy hats and the women with heads down. I love the way the Koreans bow their heads as a gesture of respect. It’s just… something that never fails to fascinate me.

And then I would want to visit Roman Britain and see how the British tribes survived the domination of the Romans – and how they got influenced by the Anglo-Saxons and the other tribes who conquered Britain later.

I would also like to travel in the naval fleet of the Roman Empire and experience piracy (as odd as it sounds, I do want to see how people can get past me when I wield a sharp sword) and see what happens when one among the two opposing naval fleets made a Greek fire in the middle of the ocean. This does seem intriguing. I would like to see the flames dance over water.

And I would like to see the way everyone rushed to Australia – the gold rush as they called it – and suppress the aborigines of the place.

I would like to travel along with Marco Polo and discover new sea routes. Ah, the salty air of the seas… Marco Polo would have certainly become my bestie.

And yes, I very much want to befriend Leonardo DaVinci and inherit his mystic brain. Oh, how I would’ve loved every theory he comes up with.

I would like to see how exactly Columbus ‘discovered’ America when there were natives already. I would like to see how the natives reacted to the highly civilized British people.

And man, do I wish to see how civilized the cities of Harappa and Mohenjodaro were!

Why, I’d even go back to the Stone Age to see how the Early Man learnt to rub a stone with another to kindle fire. Ooh… and the discovery of the wheels – I would be the happiest girl in the whole world after the discovery of fire – finally I could try my hand in making shadows while the tribes light bonfires.

And I would want to go see how Emperor Vespasian built the Colosseum and how who-knows-who built the Eiffel tower. Not to forget the Taj Mahal – people say Shah Jahan cut off the limbs of the people who constructed it, in order to prevent such a magnificent structure from being rebuilt.

I would like to see how the Titan (or was it Titanic?) sunk into the water – a magnificent spectacle it would be – even if I were to die the next instant. While watching the movie, I wanted nothing but to be a member of the crew right then – people hustling and bustling in the ship, a boy you could contentedly fall in love with (though in this case, I would not have preferred Jack), standing at the bow of the massive vessel and stretching my hands and feeling like I’m flying, like I’m the queen of the ocean, someone who’d stand behind me and stretch their hands too… and the breeze… oh, the chilly breeze…

The sharks swarming underwater…

The deep blue sky above…

If only.

Best places to write: Fantasy and reality

Places I fantasize:
1. A calm forest, where I would sit under a shady tree with my laptop and a superfast wifi! Or even a book will do. That would be the most peaceful place ever, with the low hum of the running water in a nearby spring and the birds chirping. I’d love to go to such a lovely place and write.
2. A full moon night, when I have a large room with a large window by the bedside, and sit there with my laptop and write. The soft mattress beneath offers coziness beyond compare and the brightly shining stars from above motivate me to write. If only I had a window, let alone a large one, in my room. I’d probably stay up the whole night and write.
3. A humble hut facing a scenery of a mountain range, and a lake that is in the middle of the two mountains, which also reflects the warm sun. It would be even better to sit at the border of the lake and write, provided no alligators or crocodiles reside in it.
4. On the terrace of a sky scraper in a very populated, clean city like Chicago or something. The other high, enormous yet elegant buildings all around me might give me some inspiration to write – or maybe I’d just stare at the beauty and take photos.
Reality:
I like to sit with my laptop and its superslow wifi and type off all I want on the yellow table in my room. I’d choose night time for doing it, as night would always be ideal – it provides a peaceful environment. Or I could even prefer early mornings, but I’m so lazy that I don’t wake up that early! 😀

—-Written in response to today’s writing prompt: Writing Space——