Story of a lost journalist

June 6, 2008

Be nice to bulbs

Filed under: Conversation,Imagination — Cris @ 14:09
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I don’t like bulbs that won’t work all the time. I don’t try to hide the fact either. I curse all the bulbs in the world when I have to go to my room and my bulb refuse to turn on. I was in the middle of cursing one day when the bulb suddenly turned on and the room was covered with light. I smiled and looked at the bulb. I became emotional. “Why thank you, that is the nicest darn thing you’ve ever done for me! You are not all that bad you know!”

“Yeah and it’d do good if you were nice like that all the time”

I froze. Surely, it had to be someone hiding behind the curtain, probably some little prankster. But there was no one else in the house. I looked up at the bulb expecting to see a face that would wink at me. No face. The same old bulb with the same old filament inside. I shook my head “my imagination is running away with me”

“Yeah and you better run with it”

“I don’t believe this!”

“Wow wow so you can talk in non-curses”

“Is this some sort of trick?”

“Let’s call it magic”

“What’s going on?” I was almost pleading to the bulb.

“Here’s the deal dear girl. There are 2 things in this world that can get us bulbs talking – one is unreasonably excessive love, the other is unreasonably excessive damning! You got to yours through the second way which I must say am not so fond of”

“I still don’t believe it”

“Oh it’s true. We bulbs are awfully decent and neat. You see we don’t have to be a gentleman or a lady to behave. We just behave being bulbs”

“Not that dim-wit! You are not living! You can’t talk”

“I guess my little speech on good manners didn’t get through to you. Well of course what else could you expect! You are a human”

“Hey what’s so bad about that?”

“Humans? Oh please. On his sixth day God made humans and ended his work. On his best days Edison made us and went to Las Vegas”

“Las Vegas did not exist when Edison lived”

“Oh that man created Vegas!”

“What?! That’s a whole lot of rot”

“Ironically he died the same year gambling was legalized in Vegas”

“How do you know all this and I can’t believe I am talking to a bulb!”

“Didn’t you get over it yet girl? Ok here’s the thing. Try being nice, try being a bulb girl and you will find me turning on all the time. Say please when you want me lighted and thank you when you are done”

“No way! People will call me crazy”

“No, people are not wise enough to observe the obvious. Just do it and you will see the results.”

I resigned. I did not want to believe anything I heard but I was curious. So I tried the “please” and “thank you” routines the next few times and the bulb kept its promise. It took a week for it to talk again though.

“Convinced Shortie?”

“Maybe you just started working. There must have been some kinda short circuit or whatever it is you guys stop working for”

“Oh come on! I work only when you come and only cause you finally got some bulb in you”

“Alright I will believe you. But this is between the 2 of us. I won’t have it going around that I talk to my bulb”

“Oh for heavens sake I will pay you to not let it go out I stooped to the level of interacting with a human! I would be thrown out of the bulb brothers’ community”

I couldn’t suppress my laughter. “You have a bulb brothers’ community?”

“There is no need to be so amused! We are one for all and all for one”

It seemed insulted and refused to talk the rest of the day. After a few days I got used to having a talking bulb around. And one day when I saw my friend looking stunt and bewildered after getting out of the “bulb room”, I guessed. “Saw something unusual pal?”

We looked at each other with rays of understanding connecting us. It was the perfect time to start a human bulbs community. But we decided to keep the membership limited to the 2 of us.

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6 Comments »

  1. :oO:

    Comment by Srijith — June 6, 2008 @ 23:14 | Reply

  2. was that u n the bulb or u and jim ? hmm i am totally confused!!

    Comment by rose — June 6, 2008 @ 23:25 | Reply

  3. @rose it was between the narrator and the bulb. No Jim 🙂

    Comment by Cris — June 7, 2008 @ 09:00 | Reply

  4. somehow i tot the pal who walked out stunned was jim 🙂

    Comment by rose — June 7, 2008 @ 12:35 | Reply

  5. @rose, hehe Jim always appears in the blog with a 3-word introduction – My Fancy-pal Mr Jim 😀

    Comment by Cris — June 8, 2008 @ 01:34 | Reply

  6. hmm i knw that .. but suddenly from nowhere he came in 😀

    Comment by rose — June 8, 2008 @ 01:40 | Reply


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