Once upon a time there was a bubble. A lovely, lively and
endearing bubble. The bubble loved to babble, blabber, and bamboozle. However
the best part of the bubble was its fascination with its core property, i.e.;
bubble-ness. Most of them loved the bubble, felt enchanted and found it
soothing. The bubble was well patronized from people of all hues and shades.
However as is the nature of the bubble, it was always prone to prickle.
And some people did. Some intentionally and mostly unintentionally.
Prickle the bubble and stare at the rubble. However the rubble was always
rousing. You see the bubble-ness of the bubble always saw it through the
stumbles. The answer to every stumble was how not to crumble. And my beloved
bubble was good at it. The bubble was a resting place for many souls. It
was the place where cookies used to crumble. But the bubble was good at
adjoining the pieces and made them appear worth their existence. So far so
good.
But then bubble is a bubble. Don't you know it's a hollow
round structure which looks good from outside but then have you pondered over its
longitivity? It fades away not out of want or circumstances but because
of its very nature. Its life span is not really a matter as people know but
then when we like something really bad or worse, when we get addicted to
something it’s always hard to imagine the life without it no matter how
insignificant that thing appeared on the outset. However the truth is you will
move on, once it's gone but yes the idea of an addiction going away is a
jittering thought.
Bubbles also like to float in the air. They are
particularly good at it. Now don't get the meaning that anyone could float it.
It floated because of its very desire to outmaneuver the impending realities.
It was not accustomed to realities existing beyond its imagination so the
bubble tended to make its own realities of imagination and used to travel
around. Float around. The caring people, as they were, didn't really find that
satisfying. Always wondering why it would float around when all the things it
ever needed was right here. In front of its very own eyes. Why this fascination
with unknown, unsteady, insecure and unknowable? They asked bubble and honest
as he was bubble had no answer. He never had. He never strived to get it. How
did it matter, anywhichways? Sometimes knowing why and how of your maneuvers
doesn't really stop you from maneuvering.
Doesn't that ring a bell of truth? Bubble wanted to move and he
moved not knowing why, not willing to know why. If ever it stopped and wonder
about why then it was simply to pretend to satisfy the curiosity of others not
of itself. .Oh dear bubble how immature that sounds? Couldn't you do with some
worldly wisdom? Your path was fraught with dangers and uncertainties and people
around you could never evolve in last thousands of years to actually understand
and believe that uncertainty is good. .it broadens your navigational paths.
.offers you more optionalities...More scope for adventures. .Mr. Darwin you
were wrong. .you were always wrong. .humans stopped evolving hundred years ago.
We like to constrain things in our understandable dimensions.
.we hate uncertainties. .our intellect doesn't allow us to accept things we
can't comprehend. .but humans try telling this to this mad mad bubble. .it has
gone berserk. .and bizarre. .doesn't really fit in the mould of society.
.shouldn't we brand this bubble as a bane to society so that we can get rid of
this bugger for good. .Good riddance, eh? Ok let me try to pin down this
bastard... Gosh. .I can't reach him. .he is still floating. .let us get it back
to the gates of Hades... And make it meet the ultimate bubble blaster...Realities
of our modern times.
