ferris wheels and orange peels and growing up deals. October 11, 2009
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not very long ago. i loved ferris wheels.
not very long ago, i would wait impatiently in line and sit on the rickety iron seats and wait for the wheel to turn. round and round and round.
it just made me smile.
the wind through my hair.
the messed up curls.
the hair in my eyes.
the inevitable scared kid on the ride.
the bad jokes which always prophesied our blatant doom as the wheel came to sudden halts. making us feel like gods as we surveyed whatever lay below. pointed. smiled. and waved back. at the lesser mortals, who obviously did not understand what being god was.
and we laughed.
2009. it changed.
sometimes, growing up, isn’t as brilliant as i thought it would be. even a few years ago. it makes u look bored on ferris wheels.
it remotely reminds me of peeling oranges when i was younger. much younger than just a few years back… i used to be obsessed. the entire process of peeling an orange and eating it was what my typical winter afternoons would boast of. never would i get bored. of the texture. the colour. the smell. the way i could spray the colourless liquid onto my skin, squeezing the peel.
and it stung, if it ever hit the eye.
that made me giggle as well…
i haven’t peeled an orange with much heed in god knows how long. had it not been for cosmetic products and tetra packed juices, i probably wouldn’t have even remembered the smell.
i miss small joys in life that made me smile. small joys, i could call joys without being laughed at.
growing up, really isn’t worth it. what good is life without thrills and smiles and good times beyond the usual sex, drugs, alcohol and make money grind?
whats the point in growing up. when smiles, become rarer? joys harder to find? and cheap thrills mundane?
i think i shall youtube some penelope pitstop now.
some joys. are thankfully still alive.
on youtube.
u are someone who should essentially stay in neverland. u aging is a crime. thankfully i haven’t seen you in years. somehow, i cannot imagine u being anything but 10. doing anything but falling down and breaking bones. this post makes me feel kinda sad about aging as well. damn.
I we promised ourselves that we’d mentally be 16 forever. times have now changed, and people around me ask me to take ‘responsibility’.. apparently its a part of growin up.
i desperately wanna go back to the days where an evening meant playin cricket/ football till the street lights came on, and coming home wit dust n brusises.
back to reality, lets grow old together, ok ?
we can never grow old.We belong to the ever young species….
It sucks.Your post just reminded me of things long forgotten by snazziness,money and our mundane existance….
ish.you’ve just made me feel so terrible about myself
i dont even eat fruits any longer and i spent hours peeling an orange and then putting the peels to dry because i wanted to make marmalade.
sigh.
i forget wat penelope pitstop is. but i am sure i used to watch/read/listen to it!! i wana go bak to school n do the fourteen years all over again. call out to u in the corridor..”sreejita di”
ferris wheels maaneye naagor dola right? i always puked after riding one of those!
omg….i so can relate to that orange peeling part….even peas and wat in bangla is called paniphol:).
loved this:D
Sreejita Biswas can really come close…she is one of those writers who will hit you where it hurts most..a realist to the core…she reminds me of Katherine Mansfield in many ways…
love it! I have memories of both.. other kinds.. but love it. This post reminds me of my own teenage really. Good times… Life…
Ami nagordola phobic, komlalebu philic. Bhalo likhechhish besh, I’m glad ripe komlalebus are out nahole I would have to kill you for exposing me to such temptation.
Sighhh. Woman u have made me nostalgic. Again.
Hmm. I luvd makin a flower outta an orange! Wat fun!
ro, tor seriously kheye deye kaaj nei na!? and i assure u i still break bones. mentally. i’m still 10 hon, still 10. its a sad state of affairs.
riju,
and have our own lill adventure book and witness all your predictions come true.. 
dee, fuck all! we r the neveraging. we shall remain hotter than jagger! forever. amen.
lill boxes, sigh… i don’t eat too many fruits myself… thats the point of the entire post. its a sad thing that times change, people change, priorities change…
samata, penelope pitstop was most ADORABLE cartoon of all time! i am sure u saw it!!! it was hilarious. i found it hilarious. but then again, i have always had a pretty lame sense of humour!! n i would KILL to go back to school. i really miss those days
ar hyaan, ferris wheel maney nagor dola.
sunayna, ah yes… peas
i still obsess about it sometimes. when i do get to see ones that are fresh and not horrendously frozen and packaged.. good ol days… sigh.
wriddh, stop flattering me. really. ami toke ektuo khawabo na. tui sheta bhalo korei janish!!! jokes apart,
shubham da, thank you
suki, now is the time to actually kill me. cuz u actually feel like peeling the komlalebus… but there aren’t any around!!
kd, i used to LOVE doing that!!! now i want to eat mishti komla lebu and play with the rind and stay 10!!
read this before.. sorry about the late comment… and what can i say? this post was really touching… made me remember i loved shelling peas for maa
..long back
Bad jokes are the best
shit.i thought you were just a retard.
you write well.
actually that doesnt change the retardness.
next post koi :\
The orange peel makes me nostalgic too. Revisiting makes growing up worth it and at times pictures of the past more beautiful in sepia.
I think I would be scared on a ferris wheel now…given my recently developed fear of heights.