Bounty of the careless years

I am guilty of so many crimes of carelessness, that I have lost count of them. Most of the time, I tend to be careless with delicate stuff. I don’t know. I used to think they just hated me. Then I realised that they didn’t hate me, they just became more fragile and more break-able around me.

If you still don’t get what I am talking about, I suppose I’ll have to explain it in layman’s terms. I have broken and lost a lot of stuff.

The first time I can consciously remember destroying something, unknowingly, is a glass bowl. I am sure you are thinking, that it’s just a glass bowl – who hasn’t broken one?

Maybe, it’s quite a common thing. But have you ever broken your special, impressive, hostess’ most precious, most envied, wine glass? If you have, then you know how I felt when I broke the delicate crystal glass. Considering that I was only 9 years old and was notorious for being a bull in a china shop (literally. Or a hyper active calf at the very least), I think both the hostess and my mother were stupid to give me water init, of all things, and trust me to hold the thing I was most likely to drop.

Ok. So even if, you think, its ok, it happens, sometimes... here’s list of things that I can consciously remember destroying, breaking, tearing, mutilating or losing in no particular order over the past 18 years.

Innumerable pencils, pens, scales, erasers, and other stationery. (Lost and some broken)
Hair clips, hair bands, etc… (Lost and broken)
At least 15 watches (lost and broken)
7 pairs of earphones (2 lost, 5 broken)
2 walkmans (Lost)
1 cd-man (Broken)
1 camera (Lost)
1 PDA (Broken)
Uncountable coffee mugs (Broken)
Tons of breakable crockery (Broken)
Silver jewellery by the gram (Lost)
Tons of parts of gold earrings (Lost)
9-10 pairs of spectacles (Broken)
2 pairs of contact lenses (Lost)
25-ish keys (Lost)
2 bolsters (Broken)
2 door knobs (Broken)
At least 10 TV remote controls (Broken)
3 bus passes (Lost)
4 photo albums (Lost)
4 barbie sets (2 Lost, 2 Broken)
Paintbrushes, paint boxes, and sketch pen & pencils (Lost)

Breaking things used to be the bane of my existence. I used to have nightmares of breaking something in someone else’s house or in some twisted way being responsible for smashing up of my dad’s car. You can quite guess what my parents’ reaction was, they used to scold me for a while. But after the first fifty things, I think they realized that it was a part of me, like a disease or something. They used to take utmost precautions to make sure nothing did happen or if it did it was not to anyone else’s property.
(And trust me, it gets extremely irritating when you are not allowed to use the microwave just because you broke a PDA when you were 10.)

But the reason why I suddenly thought of all of this is that I haven’t lost or broken any significant thing in the past two years- ever since I started college (except for the contact lenses). Thats why, a couple of days back when I dropped my phone in a bucket of water, I thought that my old ghosts were coming to haunt me. That the ‘disease’ was back. And I would have to give a very shaky explanation to my dad of what I was doing with the phone in the bathroom in the first place. (My earlier post should give you some clue.)

But… thank God and the powers that be,
Nothing happened to my phone, I dissected it, and let it dry out, and now it’s as fully functional as before.

I LOVE NOKIA !!!