So here's my first blog. I choose to write about sundays ! No particular
reason, I was just randomly really observant this sunday when I went for
shopping with my mum and sister. There's just something about weekends, or
Sundays particularly! You know like a sudden wave of happiness ? :P The
adrenaline rush ? :P Ok yeah that was too much but weekends are happiness, a
day or two free from the daily routine..no alarms to set ( not that I set an
alarm anyway, my mom wakes me up still! :P ). Everything to be done 3-4 hours
later than the general routine..laziness in the weekends is pure bliss, isn't
it ? :D Dad's are at home too, that means special sunday breakfast! :D Being a
foodie that's something to look forward to ! But the looking-forward-to
schedule doesn't end there. Special breakfast followed by somewhere to go to,
shop, have fun and who wants dinner at home on a weekend ? No one!
So as I mentioned I was
being kind of observant this Sunday it was fun to observe other people's lives
for a change. For a change I say, because now a days who has the time, or I may
say who wants to pick their heads up from their own lives and look at others ?!
Starting from the time we
decided to go shop for an upcoming wedding (Yay!), we thought of taking an
auto. And as our "shopping destination" was really far we were
charged 120 rs! Thinking about the amount, it may look kind of minimal to the
amount we spend these days on things we need or we don't need ( yeah, just
trying to sound a little mature, I make my mum spend a lot on me too. ) But on
a serious note, its a huge amount for a person who drives an auto. They could
almost arrange a full day meal with it. Whereas, we could buy a few packets of
Kurkure or something and those 120 rs would vanish in a while! ( Keeping the
"badhti mehengai" in mind! )
There came the mall then.
You know that smell of AC when you enter some place huge that's centrally air
conditioned ? Lovee!! *Taking in a deep breath* ! :P So as soon as I enter a
mall, even if I'm there for myself or not my eyes are only going to look for
clothes for myself. Human tendency right ? No ? Ok chuck it ! :P So yeah, my
mom decided to start off with looking for something for my sister as she thinks
I already have too many clothes ( actually i do have too many, but its never
enough for a girl you know! ), and something for me could be found in the end
with ease! All of us got engrossed in searching for something worthy of wearing
in a wedding. Picked up too many, rejected too many. Time for trial ! Something
my sister hates from the core of her heart. So, she still went on for
trying and I was just interfering into other peoples trials giving an opinion
about their clothes, in my head ofcourse!
There was this newly
married couple ( they looked like it! ) and the pretty aunty just kept trying
10 different outfits and looking gorgeous in all of them and her husband hardly
liked one outfit ! And in my head I was like yeah yeah pick this one, suits
you! And then there was this family of mom, dad and two daughters. The parents
waited outside while their daughters tried out the clothes. In the same trial
room!! I wonder how it wasn't awkward! Well whatever, I can just judge like a
normal human, they must be comfortable. None of my business. And then there was
me. When I was actually waiting there to see how my sister looked in the chosen
dresses, I concentrated more on others. It's fun ! You gotta admit. My mom kept
asking for my "expert" advice on how the dresses made my sister look
but finally, mutually, we liked nothing. We had already searched a lot for my
sister and now it was my turn finally. Mum, me and my sister went on to the
"traditionals area" for picking up some heavy 1-2 kg dresses for me
to be worn in the wedding. (Yeah, now that I just exaggerated.) So the search
for my clothes started and we found a bright mango yellow dress for me and one
more and I went on for the trials. Till the time we could reach the trial room,
on the way we found something great for my sister too! One more advantage of
shopping for me, found my sisters clothes (not that there are any other
advanges, except the shopping happiness it gives! ). So we were done shoping
now.
Time for stomach-praying (
Pet-puja! ) I have this really crazy habit of converting almost everything
hindi to english and vice versa, don't know why. So we went out and decided to
have frankie. Frankie is one filling-quick food when you can't find something
nice to eat! So standing by the frankie stall we ordered 3 of them, with my mom
getting all tensed about being late, while we assured her we'd reach home in
time, "sahi-salaamat"! So this frankie guy decided to give us our
frankie's the last. I don't know if we were actually last in line or whatever.
Since he had decided to give us the last, I decided to overhear his
conversation ( nothing personal he was talking, but tit for tat! ) When he took
a really long time to serve our orders my mum was like " bhaiya itni
der?" to which he replied " han madam ab customers hi itne
hain!" And then we waited a little more. Here comes the overhearing part.
He satrted telling his friend " dekho sunday hai, kitni bheed hai..31st ko
toh saans lene ka tak time nahi tha!" And that just made me feel, we all
think we're busy but sitting in an AC cabin and working is work ( ofcourse
everybody works hard!), but this!! Continously making and providing good food
to hungry customers where you don't even get time to breathe ( not literally )
is what you call NEED. It shows their need for money when they can't earn it
any other way. They coudn't be educated but they cook good, delicious food and
earn their own living! :) Interrupting my thoughts came our frankies and all my
other thoughts were broken by the realisation that now its time to relish the
frankie!
We ate and returned back
home. This time it charged 100. Its nice when you're charged less than the
amount before and you don't have to bargain ! :P So this was like my observant
Sunday. I think I like observing ( what I never really did much before)..hmm..I
should do it more often! :D
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