Conception of the plastic sperm & ovum
The worlds ganging up on me. Every day I die a thousand deaths thinking that my end is very close. I feel helpless. Why? Why me? After the kind of change I have bought around me, why this treason?
I reminiscence the way I was embraced by all when I was born. Everyone was in awe of me. I could feel the admiration in everyone’s eyes as all would scamper to hold me.
I was especially proud of my multifaceted personality. I could change my shape & color depending on the need. Since I was conceived by plastic sperms (granules), I was christened the “Plastic Bag”.
I brought style back into people’s otherwise dull lives. The most fascinating aspect about me is that I’m immortal. Wow! Where can you find such dynamism? Look at the way I bring color to everything around me. The market place, the roads, the parks, the coastlines, the woods etc
Talking of coastlines, have you observed how beautiful the edge of where land meets sea looks? I hug the mangroves that grow awkwardly in the inland, on the banks. It’s so romantic to see the pulsating togetherness of shrubbery & plastic.
As the moon advises the sea to recede at a particular hour each day, the true beauty of the coastline emerges from the suppressing sea, thanks to me.
I also have a big heart. I’m never partial to any one place or person. I bring glamour to our otherwise gloomy looking gutters. Remember the 26th July, 2006 catastrophic rains in Mumbai? I can unabashedly take credit for bringing adventure into people’s lives.
I have toiled day & night to suffocate the Methi river flowing through the heart of the city & the sewage system of Mumbai, to enable all to enjoy an adventure right at their doorstep.
The garbage bin, otherwise a sight of unsightly muck but for my colorful presence like a sprinkling of multicolored flowers.
Not only the city, try venturing into the woods on a nature walk. The brooks, wild flora sprouting from the most unexpected places, the stretch of greenery till yonder…but it’s me (the plastic bag) that actually catches the eye of the nature lover & makes the trip worthwhile.
The list is endless of the number of ways in which I bring novelty to people’s lives. Is this how I’m being rewarded? By banning plastic conception?
I struggle to breathe as the noose is tightening around my neck. Please…someone help me!
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2006
I reminiscence the way I was embraced by all when I was born. Everyone was in awe of me. I could feel the admiration in everyone’s eyes as all would scamper to hold me.
I was especially proud of my multifaceted personality. I could change my shape & color depending on the need. Since I was conceived by plastic sperms (granules), I was christened the “Plastic Bag”.
I brought style back into people’s otherwise dull lives. The most fascinating aspect about me is that I’m immortal. Wow! Where can you find such dynamism? Look at the way I bring color to everything around me. The market place, the roads, the parks, the coastlines, the woods etc
Talking of coastlines, have you observed how beautiful the edge of where land meets sea looks? I hug the mangroves that grow awkwardly in the inland, on the banks. It’s so romantic to see the pulsating togetherness of shrubbery & plastic.
As the moon advises the sea to recede at a particular hour each day, the true beauty of the coastline emerges from the suppressing sea, thanks to me.
I also have a big heart. I’m never partial to any one place or person. I bring glamour to our otherwise gloomy looking gutters. Remember the 26th July, 2006 catastrophic rains in Mumbai? I can unabashedly take credit for bringing adventure into people’s lives.
I have toiled day & night to suffocate the Methi river flowing through the heart of the city & the sewage system of Mumbai, to enable all to enjoy an adventure right at their doorstep.
The garbage bin, otherwise a sight of unsightly muck but for my colorful presence like a sprinkling of multicolored flowers.
Not only the city, try venturing into the woods on a nature walk. The brooks, wild flora sprouting from the most unexpected places, the stretch of greenery till yonder…but it’s me (the plastic bag) that actually catches the eye of the nature lover & makes the trip worthwhile.
The list is endless of the number of ways in which I bring novelty to people’s lives. Is this how I’m being rewarded? By banning plastic conception?
I struggle to breathe as the noose is tightening around my neck. Please…someone help me!
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2006
posted by Bunty's Banter at 7:16 AM
1 Comments:
Very well written, dreamy, zany!!
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