Popping Tags, Popping Bulbs
Thanks, Macklemore, but here in Delhi we’re popping bulbs, not tags. Due to reasons both entertaining and unfathomable, we pop lightbulbs on the daily. Every night when I come home empty corrugated paper tubes, the packaging for lightbulbs worldwide, litter the trash. These are the Indian version: pale blue or orange, standard-issue flimsy. Are the light bulbs so weak that a few days worth of work exhausts them? Or is the wiring in our 40-year-old house so antiquated that a mismatch occurs, with no update in sight? Or maybe the inevitable surges and spikes of the erratic supply from the…