The Bubble Called Life

Many times I’ve watched as bubbles gently free themselves from the blower, corner to corner, take shape and drift off into the horizon. As they gently float away, blurring visions I’ve always wondered, what would it be like to sit in one of these and float away till reality, all starts appearing miniscule. Till we can’t see things in perspective anymore, for what they really are and believe them to be only what we want them to be. I was reading Esha Deol’s blissful interview, who claimed how being engaged to a wonderful man has changed her life. That part was believable, agreed- love does make your world go upside down, spins you around and lets go so fast that you don’t know what bloody hit you and then….ok..ok coming back to the interview - yes, the part that made me visualize the view from inside her bubble was when she said …”I’d forgotten what it was like to be normal, to get out of the car, walk the street, go to a movie, because I’m an actress. He lets me be normal again” Esha baby! The neon sign ‘Out of business’ has been up on your window for eons now, all you had to do was take off your glares and see! If the series of flops, one home production since Ice Age part 1, Zayed Khan as the only link up, mom only talking about how much weight her baby has lost! - didn’t let you walk on the street and be normal et all then I think marrying a ‘business man’ will be another feather in the cap lifting your bubble only higher! I’m glad you’ve taken a break from you movies and are planning the wedding yourself. I’m glad it’s going to be one big dancing fest because you love to dance and oh how creative you are! Yup, we’re all just glad for you. It is difficult to see things for what they are, no matter how painful they are, I guess, but one day when your bubble brushes against someone’s rough hair because they don’t use Sunsilk or someone’s skin which is not soft enough cause they don’t use Veet hair removal, what happens? You land in their lap with a thud! (can get kinda awkward!) We can all be like that sometimes, I’d like to float away only to return in the darkness of my bed side lamp, where the world is what I see through my soft larger than life bubble. But when I return, I usually have friends waiting with the sparkling tip of a refined needle, a lap and lots of love to soften the thud. So no matter where your bubble takes you, it’s important to not get blown away.