Things change...you see, it was Dad who gave me some money before leaving to native for business as usual "Mummu...I want to gift something for your b'day, why don't you go buy a dress?". Yes, what else can you imagine???!! My eyes twinkled like the stars, a broad grin like close up ad...few butterflies above the head and my bike gave a irresistibly pleasing look as to when would I start the engine!!
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| Dear Literature, I've a problem. The "not so good" writer in me never stops :) |
I tried to recollect some info about the ads seen..30%..mmmmm 40%?(or upto 40%)sale at one of my favorite retail brand outlets and directly zoomed in my bike to Commercial street(giving away good old clothes still stands!). As usual, rambled across the floor for a while, observed that "Ladies" & "Kids" section was overflowing like "Rath Yatra" festival and "Mens"(poor) floor hardly had 15-20 people around...some of them just baby sitting.
No wonder, the service executives working in that floor evidently looked so happy:)Now, don't ask me why did I go there...like to know about latest trends & collections, for men too(it's interesting!).
You need to actually visualize this whole little episode to get the feel of the narration(not that great..yet:))
Prologue : I reached the billing counter not so late after, things which we have good expertise on doesn't require much of our time..isn't it? ;) and anyway I don't prefer spending too much time at one place to select a few things, instead I could buy 10 different things all through the street (being quick). Oops...where where we? Yeah, at the counter..I managed to smartly find a queue that just appeared long (due to 3 ladies together occupying > 8 ft distance) but wasn't ! Thought it would move faster than others and settled there, standing behind two guys.
The scene: They were very western looking fellows, one with a goatee and the other with spiked hair. Both were having a conversation typical as that of youngsters....
Mr.Goatee : Hey dude...this is so sick man. I can't do shopping like this in an hour among so many people.. s..t, look at the crowd !
Mr.Spike: Tell me about it dude...feel the same. Half an hour is more than enough, what the hell people do after that, I wonder!
Mr.Goatee : (with a weird look) Nooo..I meant I need half a day ! I mean, with so much of variety and hell lot of clothes, who could shop so soon? I wanna take a look at everrrrything(stress) and choose theee(stresses again) best. You know...I like to wear the best of stuff (Mr.Spike gives a blank look) and different man, very unique..arre Ranbir...man, didn't you notice his outfits in APGK...(goes on)
This is when I looked up at Mr.Goatee, intrigued to see what's unique in him. Well there was something very unique...not ironed,shabby...faded and almost colorless looking red tee with a plain blue jean appearing like school uniform!
Mr.Goatee(loudly) : Ab dekho...ye Aunty waale yaar! Kitne time lete hain. She is so huge and covering the whole billing desk from almost half an hour now...damn!
Aunty heard this and turned around to give him a stern look. Mr.Spike got a bit uncomfy as the executive at the billing desk threw a begging look ("already she is eating my brains...please don't worsen the scene guys...") Mr.Goatee stood least bothered.
Aunty joined with her friends to rag the executive(he was a thin innocent looking fellow...almost in tears) at the desk :
"Arre...tum log itne kanjoos ho? Hamne ittttttne saare purchase kee hai our dete ho chhoti se cover?Bade cover nahi hai kya?" and the fight continues..."Woh nahi...aree our ek cover to do na..arre aise nahin, theek se daalo, bacche log ho... kuch nahi jaanthe, complain karna hai...I am telling you, India mein aise hee hai". Another Aunty adds on, with her eyes rolling dramatically " We have ever seen so much of delay, you should be put on training..inspection...suspection(??!)...(what ever!!)".
From my side, I sincerely didn't notice any delay or mishap there, people just want to have fun...scolding others or creating a scene(effect of some useless TV serials....god!).
Mr.Goatee(loudly again) : Look at them man...they are going on and on. What the ...k(low voice) ! Am not standing here anymore. Common, there are a hundred other places around !
Aunty obviously heard(missing the ...k i guess) and almost prepared herself for the next battle when her friends(or sisters..) dragged her out saying it was getting late.
Mr.Spike gave out a huge sigh as his hands started playing with his spiked hair...
(thought) "Oh god, please get me out of here and away from the fellow. Why did i even come with him? Looks like I ll not be back home without getting thrashed..." and said to Mr.Goatee "Dude...relax,chill...lets justtt talk later please".
Mr.Goatee somehow decided to keep mum as the Aunty group left the place(I wouldn't be surprised if they were waiting outside to punch Mr.Goatee once they were out....) and these two moved on to the counter.
Mr.Goatee(opening his wallet) : Dude...you have any change?I mean, money!
Mr.Spike: What(stress)? I didn't carry anything(shows his almost empty wallet), you....you didn't get cash?(phew..)
Mr.Goatee: You know what...I actually hate these colors, very very girlish...very very chweett(in a mocking tune) types. Let me pick up the yellow one(thatttttt was the mostttt horrible color of all)...yup I like that,and asked the executive at the counter "How much?"
Executive at the desk: Sir...you don't need all these?
Mr.Goatee: Why? Koi problem hai kya? I just need this one...fast !
Executive at the desk: No problem sir..(after handling the previous customers, this would be no where near a small problem also!! ;)told the amount)
Mr.Goatee: Cool.... & turned to Mr.Spike(exclaiming) "Dude, lets just leave the place, its so hot... s...t!"
Mr.Spike(with a defeated low voice): Sure, I just want to go back home!(and scream....)
I guess no one around the place noticed the whole scene except me and the executive(who knew I was observing). As I proceeded to the counter, we exchanged meaningful smiles and the executive almost conveyed a thanks through his smile " At least someone seems to have observed the extent of irritation that i go through here". I couldn't stop giving him a piece of chocolate from my bag, though he said "No ma'am..no.." he took it readily with a smile again.
I left the counter with a thanks(stressed), tried not to think of his work life there...and just focused on remembering some of the dialogues for this write up, before I forget :-)
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