We were
watching a magic show on TV recently.
The magician looked fierce in his all-black attire and was a stark
contrast to the scantily-clad assistants surrounding him.
It reminded
me of an Indian movie’s dream scene where the hero and the heroine close their
eyes in their middle class homes separately and magically appear together in a
snow-capped mountain breaking out an intense, calorie-burning dance and song number in
the midst of heaps of snow. He, in denim jeans, sweater and boots and she,
in a wafer-thin saree and glass slippers.
I can’t help but feel pride that this world sees a woman as the stronger
of the genders. Strong enough to purr
and shake her naked hips in the freezing snow.
Anyway,
coming back to the magic show, it was basically 4 assistants and 1 magician
pulling weird things out of a box on that stage. And to watch this, you have to pay? What a heap of cow-dung! Next time you want to watch a magic show,
just come over to my place and I’ll do it for free.
I have a
bread basket in my kitchen. It has never
been known to contain just bread any day.
It routinely houses missing homework assignments, insurance papers, car
keys, sunglasses, coconut oil, candles for birthday cakes, highlighters, hair dryer,
stamp sheets, staplers and Bluetooth headphones, among other items.
I don’t know
how you go about searching for missing items in your home. Our family, at one point, had this tried and
tested plan full of theatrical effects. It
included a systematic search from room to room, starting from the bedroom all
the way to the refrigerator in the kitchen. If you had ever heard the muffled mutterings and
the desperate wailings mixed in with the sounds of a room being tossed, you would
have known that there was a search in progress at my home. Those were the days when we totally believed that
drama was the answer to life’s everyday pesky problems.
Today, we just dive for the kitchen basket first because more often than not, we find what we are looking for in there. I once pulled out a couple of laundered underwear items on a desperate Monday morning from this basket.
Someone wise
once said that we are surrounded by magic every day and have to only look to
find it. I may never pull out a bunny
from my basket ever but I think that a pair of clean underwear on a school day beats a bunny hands down.
What have you pulled out of your basket recently?
