HOW BORRRRRRRING!!@!!
Every time I’ve begun
writing something thinking that I am going to write something amazing, it turns
out to be a disaster that I, before anybody else would like to discard and
quite to the contrast, I’ve observed that each time I begin writing with simple
words and clarity it has turned out to be a favourite of mine before anybody
else’s.
This, when I sat down to reflect on to prevent myself from going
to sleep during a health-talk at school, I observed is true for most things in
our lives and life as a whole… somebody rightly said simplicity is elegance.
In fact, small things
make big things just as atoms can blow up the world, just as cancerous cells
can make the end of a person, little things in life give us immense joy!
Music and friends like wine, people say gets better with years.
Last Saturday, like
most other teenagers I had engaged myself in one of the commonest works by
“getting bored” ! So, if anybody had sent me a “what’s up ?” text message then
I would have, like every other member of the herd said, “ Getting bored yaar”.
On any other day I would have willingly continued “getting bored” , but that
was not the case to be for I was fresh from an orientation by Father Rodney who
had vehemently stressed on the ten letter word of SIMPLICITY !
The heat was taking its toll on
us, I was sweating in the outstandingly humid weather of Calcutta like all my
fellow calcuttans and of course I was “getting bored”. Turning on the computer,
I wanted to listen to some music or watch some funny video on YouTube, but
those incessant circling movement at the center of the video only added to the
monotony and out of sheer disgust I turned off the PC to switch on the music
system. I wanted to do some work other than “getting bored” while listening to
some music …..
As I went about covering my just-received-stationeries I could
almost visualize Aamir khan hanging from a tree branch as my humid study room
was filled with the melody of Pehla nasha ….I was humming it to myself
till suddenly the too-kind CESC decided to ruthlessly slaughter this melody
that was most pleasingly knocking my ear drums which obviously was quite in
contrast to ICSE knocking at the door!! The inverter had to be switched on and
since nobody knew how long it would take for the power-cut to heal we had to
save up on the battery charge ( when you are in Calcutta you are expected to
have this wisdom up your sleeves) and so no electrical appliance other than
fans! Just to “change the game” I took up Paulo Coelho’s “ Like the flowing
river” …and kept reading till I was called for lunch and fortunately not much
later than that the power-cut did after all heal ! Post-lunch my little heart,
the size of my little fist wanted some little fun …reaching for the phone I
dialed my friend, Rompi’s number ….
Window shopping is something which like most girls ( and guys
too) I love indulging in! We were at the favourite South Calcutta market-
Gariahat ….where you may get everything from steel safety-pins to super-trendy
bags and if you’re lucky enough even tops or t-shirts! However for us
accessories is the thing ! Shopping at Gariahat and not bargaining being a
grand-daughter of a lady who has the record of walking into a fixed-price store
and asking “ Dada, can you really not lower the price a bit?”! is a real shame! Rompi’s mother is far from being a laggard in this race, unlike
mine! We both were determined to test the genes … but had to admit that we are
definitely not over-achievers here for two bandanas that we bought at the
reduced price of fifty rupees from eighty when we later heard of a friend who
did manage to buy a similar one from Gariahat for twenty bucks ! Thank-god the
depression caused by this friend came much later for that day it had filled our
hearts with an immense sense of euphoria!
Towards the evening the
next door toddler was left to Ma’s care since the mother had to go to see the
doctor in a not-so-close clinic! The child, when I came home was watching Tom
n’ Jerry! I couldn’t refrain from sitting next to him to watch this outstanding
programme! For all of you who are frowning at this, trust me I find it
FANTASTIC !
Little things not just of adulthood but also of those times when
we were little helps you to not get bored, of course if you’ll please stop
sending text messages paying the least of heed to your aching thumb ! J
Anurupa,
April 24, 2012
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