INTERPRETER OF MALADIES:BENGAL TO BOSTON

Jhumpa lahari is Bengali writer from Bengal who did studied modern Elizabethan literature and contemporary English she is has received many dignitary awards she also wrote the book “INTERPRETER OF MALADIES” the book has six short story which consists of story from Bengal and her experiences in her college during days of Boston , Texas. The stories are very wide section of experiences of various types emotion that teenager under go during college life, a must read for all teenagers. I recommend to everyone

SCOOBY DOO AND MYSLEF

We all loved cartoons at some point of our lives. Some of us in our late teens still like cartoons, whether we like to admit it or not. But our perception of some cartoons change as we grow older. My favorite cartoon when I was young (I’m 19 now, so “when I was young” would be 10) was Scooby Doo. It took me a lot of courage to admit that so I would like you to applaud me by clapping at your computer for a minute now.
Before critically examining a rather flawed cartoon i shall dwell over the reasons why i even liked Scooby in the first place.

First and foremost, he’s a dog. Most kids like dogs, especially ones that can speak the occasional word here and there, regardless of how poorly they pronounce it. Example - Relpppp me Raggyyyy! (help me Shaggy)

Secondly I had fun guessing who the villain would actually be beneath the ghost disguise. Because after 567 episodes, even as a 10 year old, I had given up on the hope that Scooby would eventually face a real ghost. (Note - I was rarely right at guessing the bad guy. Now to stare at the floor in shame for two minutes….).
Thirdly, Daphne was hot. Yes even at 10, she was hot.

Now I was an ardent Scooby watcher but then one day things changed. It was all very sudden to me. I dont think I was ready for it but I just wasnt enjoying scooby anymore. He wasnt Scooby anymore…he was just…scooby. It was just not the same. Or to put it correctly, it was me who was not the same.

I started to question why my attitude towards one of my most beloved passtimes changed so drastically. The simple conclusion was - I was growing up. It’s strange that i chart my first steps of maturation based on a cartoon but its true.

Now i began to question every move of the gang. I began to question their detective prowess. It was their job afterall. I mean seriously….why would Fred (the “leader”, who i never could stand, for he often hit on Daphne) always send the dog with the hungry scared skinny guy(Shaggy) to uncover clues? Isn’t that a recipe for disaster? Not only do they have a combined IQ of 2 (scooby contributing 1.5), but they could eat each other up at any moment taking into account their massive appetites and the fact that dogs have poor eyesight.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Southpark makes a gruesome Scooby Doo parody where scooby actually eats up Shaggy because he thought he was a taco or sandwich, followed by Fred saying “bad dog…badddd dog…okay now gang, lets split up….ha ha ha ha ha [they all laugh here because shaggy has been brutally "split up" into pieces by scooby]. Okay but seriously guys, lets split up….ha ha ha ha ha….Velma you go with scooby into the dark, dangerous, possibly toxic dungeon, while Daphne and I will look for clues at the five star hotel room of the suspect and maybe make out a bit”.

Whenever Fred did send the smart geeky one(Velma) with scooby and Shaggy, she’d inevitably have to lose her glasses, rendering her as useless as the other two.

Another reason I stopped enjoying the show was because all the plans to capture the “ghosts” involved Shaggy and scooby as bait. And who makes the plans….yup, its our man Fred again. Wouldnt Daphne be better bait? I’m sure the male “ghosts” would be easily lured by a hot girl in a tiny purple outfit as compared to a large rather unattractive dog (sorry scooby) and a guy named “Shaggy”. Atleast she would have something else to do other than just jump into Freds arms….

I could sit and point out around 250 more flaws but for your sake and mine I wont, because the biggest flaw in this entire analysis is me. Us. As we grow up we keep finding faults in everything. It’s so hard for us to be satisfied with what we have. Okay this was an extreme example (drawing a parallel between Scooby and “life” was fun though) but seriously….there was a time when i could have fun for days, maybe weeks, just with a colour book and crayons. Now Ive been provided with television, internet, cds, alcohol, sports etc for entertainment and I still complain about being bored. WE complain about being bored. So the next time you whine about being bored, just try remembering the time you sat and coloured mountains all day, or watched cartoons, or played with dolls or did whatever little thing that kept you happy and entertained.

Or you could always critically analyze The Flinstones.