Barbie Dolls

Back in the days what ten year olds used to do was eat, play, climb the trees, run while having no sense of what to wear and how. What then was appreciable was a smile decorated on their souls.

The simpler times, the “us” times.. not just “me or you” times.

Why am I saying like that?

A few days ago I was alone and bored at the Airport and desired to jog around the gate numbers solely for the entertainment purpose. I witnessed many brands side lined that costs you a bomb.

While crossing a jewel shop I saw a bunch of small girls standing near the newspaper stand and whispering something to each other. I gave a quick smile to them, thought to myself “ kids, what an amazing life they have!..” and moved forward .

Or should I say tried to move on because I was keen to know what childish talks they were clinging onto. And luck supported me as whole heartedly as the tassel of my stole got stuck among the jarring lines of the same stand.

5 Minutes or Close Later…

I am moving near the seats of my gate number astonished and in despair, trying to come to terms with what just happened. The girls who I thought were innocent looking creatures and had immense childhood in them were nowhere justifying it in the reality!

While I was acting like I was helping my poor stole free itself from the stand I heard them talk and the talks were not about how blue the sky is or why are there two eyes on the face. But they were discussing about how the models printed in front of them on the magazine covers should have posed, got their hair straightened instead of blow dried and how the colour scheme is so wrong!

I got back to the memory lanes and got long lost in the days when I was 10 and would not even know how to tie shoe laces properly then. 

Hearing them talk like this and comparing my old self with these little girls got me into utter wave of shock and disappointment, not on my own childhood but theirs which happen to be missing it in heaps.

All this was going into my mind when I finally got a seat near gate number 21 and I sat there thinking.. whose fault is it really?

Is it my “old fashioned bachpan” or is it the parents or the modern society?

Shouldn’t they be discussing how many planets the Solar System contains or who was the first prime minister of the nation?

14 days have gone by and I am still stuck on the same thought, whose fault is it really?

OR

Is there any fault really?