Potato chips are inevitable. So are Elsa’s comic plays featuring potato chips. Amma and I have an intricate bond with potato chips. I can negotiate with lays but, she can’t. The twitch of her belly eternally twists her spirit to grab a bag of lays. Maybe it’s the same for Elsa. Maybe it’s the same pack of desire for all three of us. It makes us feel nice. The chips also present Elsa with an ecstatic high while taping her humorous videos. The unseasoned essence of chips endures and excites Amma’s mood, and Elsa’s videos do the same.
Over the lockdowns last year, the rough trace of TikTok as reels on Instagram had been tiresome until I discovered the chips-crunching goddess Elsa Majimbo. She presented irony for everyone who was disheartened about quarantine. If you haven’t caught your sight of her yet, you would have at least overheard her voice on TikTok or Instagram Reels. Her videos are hilariously raw and simply out of the ordinary.
19-year-old Elsa has become a global sensation during Ooh, Pandemicc! as she settles it. Her selfie videos are often zoomed-in amidst her unadorned skincare routine. Yes, sometimes finding the right filter is what I do too, sluggish to serve the conventional skincare regimes. The reels shake her kutty sunglasses and contagious chuckles all over. While the virus was terrifying everyone, Elsa’s merriment was granting a belly of smiles.
She is my kindred spirit. “Ever since Corona started, we’ve all been in isolation, and I like miss no one.” I didn’t miss them too. In a way, she was pretending, I am sort of doing the same. Somewhat. I felt obliged to occasionally remember somebody and nobody just so I wouldn’t forget their faces. Why miss people when I had the absolute privilege of watching movies, reading books, eating Ajji’s snacks, and playing fortunate Indie games. Even so, I didn’t want to anger them into a mountain of menshinkayi so somehow I managed to say hi and bye every now and then.
Elsa’s videos are ardent and reliable. So much so that I have flown back to childhood to use my infantile phrase E for Elsa, E for Eshwari. Instead of gently humming my favourite lyrics, I hastily scream along with Elsa’s tiny Instagram catchphrases from her bedroom. Initially, Amma was annoyed with Instagram and me for acting like Elsa’s ambassador. A few fellows also demanded that I stop spamming them with her reels. But wasn’t I diffusing joy? Isn’t it better than bombarding obtuse memes from private accounts?
Amma couldn’t linger amidst roaring eyes for long, now she scrolls through the gram to stalk Elsa. Amma would be very upset if in some videos, Elsa wouldn’t eat potato chips. I can bravely play her laughter as a shield for arguments between us. It quickly leads us to hoot with joy, offering some breadbasket pangs, and happy tears fainting from our peepers. It is not merely about owning a gala moment listening and giggling with the reels. Perhaps I have uncovered a few indications too. I am elated to be a narcissist now. #Selflove plainly grew to vera level.
Elsa eats her potato chips and laughs in front of the camera, winning fame for sleekly slaying Instagrammers with her natural satires. I expected it to be plain sailing as I had been relishing her lately. Why not give it a try macha? I presumed. It wasn’t elementary, Elsa records them naturally as if she were an optimistic bee.
The unvarying maps of my face were not getting me to simper. Maybe it is intrinsic to Elsa and not deep-rooted to me. Maybe Jesus has conferred her a mouthful of hilarity. Maybe the native for my pensive looking features evolves from Acharappa. It was not simply the shutterbugs’ timeless technique to hold expressions unsmiling, he independently owned an earnest-looking face for the moments when his lips relaxed and didn’t move. I felt utterly abandoned but ended up filming a dabba video.
Elsa’s uninterrupted entwined coiffure is adequate. It is not essential to have straightened hair. Elsa does it all with sturdy zigzagging patterns. Loving lockdowns by not missing anyone, enjoying solitary living, snubbing messages, and phone calls from troublesome companions and relations is not irreverent anymore. “You know I won’t pick up, but you call. What is this audacity?” she inquires in another reel, chomping one or two chips into her laughing gear, her tilting sunglasses also laughing. This video is the most appropriate solution for the problem of vexatious relatives.