Shopping? Me? Noways!

Before I begin this one, I just wanted to make this clear. For people who do not know me, or for people who do not know me and do not realise that 'Suneer' is very much a name meant for guys. I am a guy.

Who hates shopping.

Who dislikes the prospects of standing in the middle of Linking Road, even with a couple of female friends, and looking at them, trying out ear rings, worth ten bucks, and then asking the seller to reduce it to eight. "Bhaiyya, do loongi, solaah may dogey?" They tell me that if they shop once a week, these four bucks would amount to 200 odd in an year, and considering the interest rates and other stuff like that, would have accumulated more than half a lakh in a decade. God knows how. That is why I did not take Finance as my Major as well. Never my forte.

Who loathes sweating it out holding bags while the female friends hop from one stall to another, when he could have very easily held dumbells instead, and sweated it out in the gym. Or probably a cricket bat. Or something else.

Who detests having to avoid the numerous potholes and go round and round, evading the other shoppers' and their nasty smelling armpits, and in the end, finding that one is in a totally different lane from where he should have been.

Who feel animous on going through this rigmarole and finding after a couple of hours of the above 'routine' that we were only 'looking for stuff'. In other words, and less subtly, we had come there to not buy anything, but to window shop only!

And after experiencing this gamut of emotions, I went shopping the day before. (Now, please don't disown me, please I beg!)

For a girl.

With another girl.

Here, I would really prefer if I avoid mentioning the shopping list here, because then it may become more interesting than I would want it to be.

Yeah, it was her birthday, and she wanted a couple of goodies. Goodies which one could obtain from any place where the Sun rises in the east and sets some place else.

But she wanted it from Bandra.

Linking Road.

And there were clear specifications regarding the colour and cost for the same.

Consequence: Shopped in that very region where I was expected to, an hour before my lecture was to begin, got the stuff I was expected to, was thanked profusely by the lady for whom I bought it, but....

But, I have lost the right to laugh at fellow shoppers now. I am one of them. No, I cannot cringe or crib anymore. Aint a great feeling.

Why me? Which holy river would I have to dip into now, to get rid of this smear?

P.S. The lecture I was supposed to arrive for after this shopping stint also got cancelled. Mourned the day.