This past weekend was bleak- I stayed indoors and the gloomy weather just dampened the mood. With nothing to do, I thought it be a good idea to have a look at my now dusty shoe box in which I kept all my dearest items (not quite hoarding though, just souvenirs). Boy oh boy was that interesting! First out of the weathered Chuck Taylor box was a sheet with the lyrics to Britney Spears’ “hit me baby one more time”, a pair of hideous sock (I have no clue why!!!). Then I stumbled upon something phenomenal… a video cassette of the best movie of all time; PULP FICTION!!! Wow, totally mesmerized I was.
First of all, this was something my parents would devour me for having, but really, this one was a keeper. I think it was probably the first platform where I learnt some nasty words (I was a rather impressionably curious child). Luckily the video cassette player is still in good shape- thanks to my mother’s OCD tendencies, so I popped it in and there they were, my bad heroes; Samuel L Jackson in what now looks like an extremely wet perm, John Travolta in super tight trousers, and Uma Thurman… gorgeous as ever.
My weekend wasn’t so bad after all. Thanks to the impromptu appeasement from reviewing my treasure chest, and Quentin Tarantino*
