We have been Amazon Prime members for some time but the
emphasis has always been on catching-up with the most trending short series and
highly debates characters. Last night, we revisited Malgudi Days. We watched
around three episodes and I realized what had changed all this while, while I was
away from such moments—the Simplicity of Life. This was during the last part of
the 80s and I was nowhere close to having found myself. Well, am still
struggling on that part but this was a phase when food of any type was
exciting, finding mom at home was a blessed day, getting pop to buy us
ice-cream was God-sent wishes come true, and in essence, Life was simple. What went
wrong between the Malgudi Days era and the rise of Thanos? I got detached. I lost
the bond with the simplest pleasures in Life. I allowed opinions and must-do
perceptions to take over. The things I assumed were meant to be there became
dearer and my thought process got more branded. The Malgudi days [of my life],
were about loving sleeping on the cold concrete floor at my naani’s home, they
were about romancing the samosa, and allowing nothing to build-up in the mind. Now,
there are days when I feel my heart will explode simply because there are so
many beautiful things undone, unvisited, un-attempted, and perhaps unattainable.
The tragedy is that even as I watching this, we exchanged notes on which brand
of mustard sauce was better with dip-snacks, planning another visit to the
sacred mall. Now, Swami/my Malgudi self would have never planned so much…
