Owning a toy came at a premium while I was growing up. One per year was joy, you flaunt it, you boast about it or you even take care of it, every single activity associated with the toy was driven by relentless passion. If having one besides us was all that fun, waiting for the same in anticipation which would run for months together or perhaps an year too was even more exciting.
All those years built that simple attribute in us, probably with a lot of unknowingness, the art of observing. More the time I spent with cheap plastics around me, the more serious I got with those uneven-structures and a lot of designed-for-some-purpose inquisitiveness. We spoke to them, we were assured that these silly little objects lived in a parallel universe but for some reason had lost their ability to talk back to us.
And now, here I am looking up straight into this mall on a Thanksgiving Night. You have overflowing billing counters, a few carts with twisted wheels failing to withstand the heaviness of a certain 50” LCD Smart TV and quite a few with reddened eyes after 4-Hour long wait under dropping degrees. And add to that, there came along a few curious queries in the air on what is the best offer price available for this on Amazon.
Dhanush on the earphones pops up right then with his “moonu coloru whiteu, background nightu coloru blacku” to score a sarcastic mockery over me pulling down the contrast on “what am I up to now as against where was I before”.
With shrunk eyebrows and a mild shake of the head, the voice within said “Nope, you still haven’t earned enough to buy happiness and just stay put with your own so called state of unknowingness!”
Kolaveri or simply, No-Worry Di?
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