Years ago, when we were kids, the happiest moment was something new coming home. A new TV, mixie, anything. In those days, TV didn't come with 100 channels and a mixie didn't mean a thing- but we still looked forward to their arrival. All thanks to those small little bubbles they came wrapped in- bubble wrap. How much we loved bursting each one of them. My elder sister always had her go at them first and left the remainder for us lesser mortals. How systematically we sat and burst them. In a straight line, one by one.
Amazing, how that teeny weeny plastic balloon would make you feel. Years later, when I started working, bubble wrap was available much more easily. For starters, there were no elder sisters and agencies, get loads of pretty bubble wrapped showreels. So there I was, in my bubble wrapping heaven- stress busting my way to the next headline. The feeling was always the same- beautiful.
But somewhere in the middle, playing with all those sheets of bubble wrap, I got trapped in a bubble myself. And I promised myself that the day that bubble would burst, would be the end of all things beautiful. How funny are the ways of the human mind, one moment you're bursting your way to freedom and the next, you're trying every possible trick in the world, to make sure your pretty little bubble doesn't explode. But bubbles have a life of their own you know, and try as you may, they have to burst. After all, they're just filled with air and trapped air must escape.
2 comments:
Aha, those were the days! I'd react to the first part of your post, leave the second intellectual part. hehehehe...coming back to old days and the memory of new things coming home. Man, nothing could beat the rush. I remember, when we were getting our first tv, i waited all day for my folks to come back from the store. You know, those days 4 people would go to buy a TV, complete with an expert uncle or neighbour who already has one. And back they come, because my uncle didn't like what he saw. I was so disheartened, what does he mean he didn't like it?? its our TV!!!!! And then you wait one whole week for next sunday when again the whole entourage can go back to the tv store, which meant watching our fav karamchand and ramayan in my uncle's place(which i think was exactly the point of why he didnt want us to get the tv :P)
Ah, feel better to let that one out!
And ya, i forgot another program which i loved as a kid, Johnny Sokko and Flying Robot!! Those were the days!!
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