CRASH! The harsh sound of glass breaking into a million pieces stunned the chattering holiday shoppers into shocked silence for a moment. Even the annoying holiday music piped through the store seemed to have lost its edge for that split second.
In the midst of the broken pieces sparkling like tiny diamonds, stood a little girl, fear, guilt and horror written all over her face. Her mother stood beside her, a glow of disbelief and then anger, slowly suffusing her face. All the nearby shoppers stood staring at this tableau. The ones with kids no doubt silently shooting up thankful prayers that it wasn't theirs. The ones without kids glad at that particular moment to have had the good sense to not have any.
Then, the scene unfroze. The chattering of the shoppers started again, slowly but surely. The holiday music began to grate once more. One of the store assistants approached the mother- daughter pair. The sound of broken glass being swept away mingled with the general din. Everything was back to normal.
And I realized all over again how difficult it is to be a kid at times. Anyone could have broken the decorative glass piece. But only kids get the, "How can you be so careless?", "How many times have I told you not to touch anything?", "Do you realize how expensive this is?", "That’s it, no more TV for you for a week". When adults do it, mostly it is just, "That was an accident - it could have happened to anyone."
Wonder why rosy nostalgia about childhood often conveniently forgets these glitches!
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"Wonder why rosy nostalgia about childhood often conveniently forgets these glitches" - Beautiful !
Everyone talks about how it was perfect to be a kid and how they wished they'd have stayed a kid forever. Maybe I am one of the rare few that likes adulthood more than childhood...I don't know.
:-). Was interesting. And btw, very well written and pretty vivid. Like it happened right in front of my eyes. :-)
(ps: It's 3 am and I am all glad at finding this interesting piece as a break from my term paper writing to be submitted by 8am. Hopefully it should be done in an hour though .. he he :-D)
enakku enna solradhunu teriyale! nee nostalgia create panriya illa periya ponnu maadhiri feel panriya?
Hey Arch,
Nice post! :--)
Isnt it true that we always forget the 'bad' memories of the past and only remember the happy ones.
As I am prone to breaking things even now, I would be better off with a parent to back me up when I am younger, than face it alone as an adult :-D
Beautifully written! Almost as though you were there in the middle of it.
the innocent child is always in trouble... it always happens the wrong person in the wrong time...
If childhood comes with the burden of accepting responsibility/blame for mistakes and adulthood with the perks of such convenient escapisms... how is adulthood more mature??
btw, I broke a glass just yesterday and I was the one who picked up the pieces and cut my hand. There was nobody to ground me though.
I think over time, we tend to retain only the 'good' memories, so thats why we forget all the difficulties during childhood.
Very nicely written post. I would have hated being that poor kid :-(
Dinesh - thank you :-)! Lucky you - you have a whole life ahead of you to like even more :-))!
Archana - thank you :-)! 3 a.m and doing a paper? Ah, thanks for reminding me all over again as to why I am glad to not be a student :-P! But seriously, good luck girl!!
Spark - rendumey illai - I just felt sorry for the little girl :-)!
Saranya - I know - its such a comfy feeling to know that there is always a 'safety net' no matter what!!
Floridora - thank you :-)! Actually I wrote it based on something I witnessed in the store while shopping :-)!
iamvisheshur - kids get a raw deal at times!!
Pratap - good point - I guess as adults we pretend to be more mature at any rate! Yeah - I guess in this case along with the grounding, some sympathy for the cut hand also would have been forthcoming :-)!
Shilpa - I know - I can recall all the good memories only :-D! Eight standard comes to mind :-))!
Yes! Thank you... I am still teased for having "broken" a whole new wash basin at some furnishing shop when i was maybe 5... I swear to this day that it was the saleslady but alas.. who takes the child's word for it...
Ok by now you can certainly see:
1- i have a lot of time on my hands
2- im hooked to your blog
:)
There is no standard size for basins, most are around 550 X 400mm and 125mm deep. Order taps when you order the basin or bidet to ensure that your chosen unit has the right type of holes for the fittings.
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