I’m listening to “Lemon Tree” by Fool’s garden. I can’t make any sense of the lyrics but I ADORE this song. It is a very bouncy, happy song…it reminds me of all the fairs I went to as a kid, all the cotton candy I got in my hair. I went to a fair this year too, but didn’t get any cotton candy. Damn. But what I did get, was one of those things you can blow bubbles out of. A thin looped wire covered by a plastic tube, which you dip into this canister filled with soapy liquid and then blow into. Of course it is toxic. The guy I bought it from had weird boils on his face. The wire was a little rusted. But, as is typical of me, disrespecting all notions of hygiene, I kept it for TWO whole weeks. I blew bubbles all over my house. The best part was when I blew them under the fan, they zoomed crazily all over the room showing off their psychedelic colors. Beats any PC game any day. I might have contracted all sorts of hitherto unknown diseases from them. But, the thing is, the last time I played with bubbles was a time I don’t even remember. I always knew I liked them, but I could never remember a time when I had them. So my bubbles this year, were a pilgrimage of sorts to my younger six year old self. It was a vacation to check on the six year old Subha. And it is something I want to do every year from now on. But maybe not with bubbles though. Next year, I’ll try cotton candy.  

 

This is my third(!) attempt at blogging…my first blog died an inglorious death because I…well…forgot my username and my password, my second one shared a similar fate. I create blogs and then post religiously for some time and then my perpetual inertia takes over and I forget. The story of my life.
This one is a conscious effort to redeem myself. It actually stemmed from a conversation I had last night with a girl called Paroma, the bluntest, most bizarrest friend I have. We were talking about then and now, and she happened to mention that I have become more laidback about things, that the JU “ladh”(I honestly cant define this word in English, try a combination of inertia and lethargy and you’d still be way off the mark) is getting to me. Now, I generally don’t mind the “ladh”, but last night, I decided to take it on by it’s (non-existing) horns. Hence this.