High on life!

I woke up to my mother's beautiful voice singing in the kitchen preparing the regular Sunday brunch. I fished for my mobile under my pillow(a herculean task!). Damn. It was 11 already. I had such important stuff lined up for the day and I was already running late. I'd have to get back home before it got dark. I wouldn't get enough time. Shit square.:O I leaped out of my bed, rushed in the kitchen to give mom a peck on the cheek before i got on with the rest of the work.
I jumped into the most comfortable denims i owned, a gunji and a cardigan, slipped into my loafers as fast as i could. Just a hint of kohl and big jhumkas would do the trick i think to myself. I devour the sumptuous meal prepared by mom. One look at the clock and i swear to myself i'd get up early every morning for the rest of my Sundays!
I rush out of the house waving a quick goodbye to mum, reassuring her with a look that i'd be back before dark, and walk steadily towards my destination. My hair's escaping from the ties but who cares.
45 more minutes of walking and rickshaw and metro and there! I have reached. Stands before me in all its glory Select city walk mall, the pride of Delhi. I walk in the mall through the gigantic glass-doors all sweaty and panting, with most of my perfume worn off, like a victorious warrior. And i look around and see the four letter words on each showroom that can make a woman's wildly beating heart flip: "SALE"..Oh my! So many shops to cover in such little time! I begin on my rampage. I storm past fancily dressed women and haughty young men to get the best bargains. I have saved for long now and i deserve a little treat. I pick up pretty scarves and dresses and accessories. I throw questions at the sales guy till he gets tempted in his mind to quit his job "You got a size L in this?" "What other shades you got in this piece?". I rush to the trial rooms. Baah. I can't buy all of it. How disheartening. I wish i could trade my life with that super rich fool who had all the money in the world to buy her the best of everything but no taste in life whatsoever! :l
Unfair god!

I buy a select few items from the huge lot that i'd collected in the trial room making a mental note of all the things i'll have to convince mom to buy for me. And run to the other stores. The saga continues.
Irritated salesgirls. Long queue of people cursing me outside the trial room while i try almost the entire store. Billing counter and the momentary depression.
And then i finally walk out of the mall, a triumphant look on my face, arms numb from holding all the shopping bags, a growling stomach and money barely enough to land me home. Mom's gonna be so furious. :O


I save for months, and it takes one day, just one day to blow it all.
Never mind! I convince myself that treating yourself once in a few months is not too bad! =D


Is it just me with the shopping fixation? Or do you suffer from the same thing?

What i have come to realize over the time is that women are fixated with shopping, more so with sales! I'm not implying that men aren't. They may be. But women just are. Like its flowing in their blood, and no, the monthly cleansing just doesn't help them get rid of it! Women and their undying fascination with sales!
It is truly said that it is the best cure for all the problems of a woman. Well, chocolate too.
But anyway, coming back to shopping, my funda in life is simple. Shop till you drop. :D
If things go wrong, a pretty dress washes the problem away for a day or two! ;)