First, watch this video. It has gone fairly viral the last
few days….so in case, you’ve not seen this…WATCH!
This is true happiness. Something that seems to be in short
supply these days. I had tears in my eyes because I wanted so much to be this
kid and feel so much happiness that it drives me to tears. Remember being kids?
Fabulous times it was….parents would buy you a 10 buck chocolate bar and would
tell you that it was “all yours” and you felt so darn happy. Where have those
times gone? Being a grown up SUCKS….sucks like a leech on the thigh of a fat
juicy cow.
Even buying stuff does not make one happy like this anymore.
Yes, you look back and feel so cool that you can buy a ticket for a movie or a
show and don’t have to beg and plead for money and then be given conditions
like ‘getting so and so grade in class’ and all that. I’ve wanted to buy a PS3
for the longest time ever…but when I got it, I was happy, but not this happy. The
next item of purchase that I will be whining about for a few years is going to
be a Fender guitar. For the uninitiated, a Fender is the dream guitar for
anyone looking to seriously play the ‘Blues’….it is like the Jesus Christ of
guitars. Anyway, I spent all of Sunday morning in the neighbourhood music
instrument store trying out a whole bunch of guitars (I went in to buy a 20
buck pick) and when I played the Fender, it felt so cool…..almost like when
Harry Potter got his wand in Diagon Alley. The guitar called out to me….in
parseltongue. But then, I was not ‘this’ happy. I want ‘this’happy….the
happiness where I am so overcome with joy that I weep like a little girl….erm…yes,
like this little girl. I will even do a happy-dance. And will record it and put
on youtube.
I can’t remember the time I was so thrilled about something.
Not even graduation from MBA college that has left me with nothing but a loan
at this point in time. They say it gets better, I hope so. What maybe came close
was when I went for my first Iron Maiden concert….and I’m sure I’m going to get
giddy with excitement at the upcoming Metallica concert. But even then, I won’t
be soooooo happy. So dear reader and friends, the ball is in your court. Since the
parental unit don’t plan surprises like this, I’m ruling them out of the
picture.
PS: Can any of you help me meet Metallica and get my
guitar signed by them?
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