The late seventies  brought all  kind of household goods in plastic Now we can't live without  it.Early morning brush to the  mosquito repellant container ,it  is there.It made our life  easier.But when we were kids we  never seen anything plastic.The  pens ,spectacle frame,LP records  were made of a different material  called the shellac.We use to fish  with the nylon lines.Everything  was packed in containers of Tin or  wood .Shirt buttons first appeared  as plastic,then came the ballpoint  pen.The containers we use to store  were Horlicks bottles with tin lids,Brookbond Green Label coffee tins.

.We suffered a lot due to the  saline humidity,everything made of  tin and iron rusts fast near the  sea,as we lived close to the  sea.Painting the tin  containers,the cycle ,the hinges  etc.,was the only cure for  rust,now you know the secret of my inclination towards colour.

Once in  a year we use to paint the Trunk  boxes and smoke design it .As  plastic revolution took off,we saw  a lot of plastic waste washed away  by the sea on its shore..then came  the recycling business,shore  combers started scavenging for  plastic waste which were sold for  Rs.4 per Kilo.I even stumbled upon  plastic bullets containing  ammunition inside it with   aluminium capsules,US army  emergency food packets consisting  peas,butter,paper  matches,cigarette making  stuff,coffee powder,sugar etc on a  water proof black packet.The cold  war was at its peak.Fifty cans of  Foster beer ,we drank to the  hilt..in those days, we can't  think about it in India.
I used Reynold pens,gas lighters  which reached us through the sea  before we liberalised our  economy.Coils of nylon  ropes from  the sea used to tie the  cattles.The sea when roars during  the monsoon brought toys for us  "made in Hongkong" the militery  fighters holding guns ,crawling  with guns,monsters etc.We children  started searching for toys on the  shores.The sea brought surprises  for us,sometimes a big dead sperm  whale,small star fish or an  abandoned Burmese Trawler,Buddha  statue floating on a bamboo  pantoon with lots of soiled Burma rice packets with Buddhist scriptures.

This friendly  sea  broke all its  limits and my faith one  day.....you know when it  happened..the whole world knows  it!!! THE TSUNAMI.
I survived it to tell this story   about plastics !!!
 
 
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