About some things familiar..and not so...

Two days back, we went to this theme park in one of my favourite lil quaint town. (Sea world in San Antonio)

Honestly, Im not a big fan of theme parks because of the monster waiting to jump at me from unexpected quarters-Roller coaster rides. 'I hate them' is an under statement. I loathe them. I feel as if I am under constant pressure- whoever is with me probably would like to ride them and I act as the proverbial spoilsport in their pursuit for pinnacles of torture (or adrenaline rush as they like to call it) and make me feel like the ultimate coward wherein reality, I am just being smart. Who would want to pay and puke- Not me atleast. I guess partly its also because I like to stay in control or rather try to. And surprisingly, I am super excited about the much more dangerous adventures- like bungee jumping or paragliding. My better half says, I have suicidal tendancies which would explain the obvious discrepancies. Well, All Geniuses were suicidal.:P Go figure that out!!

So considering all that, I was quite relieved to hear that there are equal number of shows to keep my companions occupied and distracted from those junkie rides and literally ran to the first show- Believe. It was basically 'killer whale' acrobatics with the fittest aquatic trainers overloaded with some goose bump influxing inspiring music. I couldnt find a seat.So I stood, with my mouth wide open. And Im sure I wen through every single emotion which the creators of the show intended for the audience to undergo- Surprise, disbelief, awe and then to the feeling that nothing is impossible. I totally fell in love with the killer whales. They were so beautiful and err,is the word athletic appropriate for the whales?.By the end of 25 minutes, I had underscored it in my mind that I do want to see the show once more and being the meticulous planner I am planed the rest of the day revolving around that second show.

But then, you are not meant to be in control at all times and sinister plans of the universe made sure that I didnt catch up the show for a second time. And thank God for that. We did make it to the grand finale with the same killer whales in another show. I was totally pumped up about it wanting go through all that fancy emotions which I went through the first time I set my eyes on those wonderful creatures. But sigh! I was bored. The only thing which actually went over my head was-This was the same trick as in the first show.I sat there lumped in the best seat of the show horrified at the realization. Something which inspired me less than 5 hours back was now boring to me. And I thought, Something is definitely wrong with me.

As I drive back the 200 miles home, I sat there thinking what the hell went wrong. And slowly yet surely the realization dawns. The age old adage- 'Familiarity breeds contempt'.
Deja vu sets in. The unsurpassable desire to dine in a seven star restaurent and how it feels so empty once the exhilaration wores out. How had that precious piece of jewellery doesnt really interest you anymore. Did it really matter that you went to that fancy place with a bevy of tourists to add another conquest on your to do list-Will you do it again??No wonder, the rich and the famous dont really think twice about what the lesser mortals see as privileged luxuries. The enchanting with the passage of time becomes mundane and boring.

But on the other hand, there are those things- the good things rather, the best things in life- which no matter how many times you experience leaves you wanting for more----

A walk in the beach, a heartfelt hug, a childs smile, smell of the rain, a movie lazed in the couch, a steaming cup of coffee with a favourite book.....a kiss which melts away all pains.

No wonder they say- Best things in life comes for little price or no price at all.

Small mercies!!!