Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Title?You need a Title for what my shitty mind thinks?

So I had been to this place where you would see a bunch of retail arms flocking together,hooking upon their customers(mostly chasing out flies).And yes,that place is said to be a shopping mall to be precise.Every time you go with your friends or alone to any clothing outlet,you will definitely end up with just window shopping.(At least I end up that way).If you are a socially extrovert girl you would end up getting some WhatsApp profile pictures for you by trying out some ultra mini skirts inside the trial room.Okay i knew this because I had been to shopping with my girlfriend(s) in the past..Never Mind..
Coming back from my heart wrenching experiences,So today,I had been to this middle class market place with my mom and so I eventually ended up shopping , having my banker with me.
I have always hated my mom.Being a teenager,apparently she was(and she is)my first enemy!!but when she does these kind of things to me..I ll be like "Dear,I would definitely get you a diamond necklace in my first salary."(if i ever get a job)
And yes..the retailer guy who was working at the place where I bought my shirts asked me to put on weight after I told him that I am going to be eighteen in a month.
I was never a malnourished boy.But people!I am still a boy..that is the matter!
And one more thing to jot people..if your mother takes you to get you something really cool..beware.Because,then comes the real winner of her plan.
Women..shop..shop..and shop till they exhaust and faint,bargaining.But I bet you,only Indian women can Bargain even at a fixed price retail outlet.
After all,you have to stay with her for the mere reason that she was kind enough finally to get you something.
And for the reason that you would literally get "self showered" in your own sweat if you leave the mall.And that is Chennai for you.
"But seriously mom..I take back my words of getting you a diamond necklace"I thought.
She was done.Things were done.Time to leave the mall.But wait.Who would prepare you lunch if you return home?
So we decided to dine at the food court over there.
This was the place were the most "self-embarrassing" part of the day happened.
I got myself a Veggie sub and French fries and she got what a typical 70's Tamilian would get even if she is out of her home.Onion Rava Dosa.
I would like to tell you that i am No Vegetarian but i was supposed to diet myself by staying away from my True Love(Non Veg)for a week.
Reason:MOM.
Her reason: Spirituality.Tradition.
I dont even get the point of what tradition has to do with this.
"And why the hell should I stay away from my meat for your cause?"I can only think,but i can never tell it to her.
You know,"Indian Mothers" is such a stereotype,and I should really write on it sometime later.
Back to the Scene.
Finding a cucumber slice inside the "VEG" sub irked me even more.
That was when i decided.No more Vegan subs.I would prefer a mini meals for that.
Okay here comes the "Hot" Factor! Hot chicks all over the food court.
But god?why cant they just stay at their respective homes..?like why should this happen today?when I am eating just to fill my appetite?and when I am with my mom?
So am I supposed to feast my mouth with the cucumber slices and broccoli legs without feasting my eyes, looking at some impeccable beauties?
"Bye Bye Chicks..leave the court I say!"I barked in my head!
So somehow I was done with my "Healthy" Sub.Headed to the Washroom.And returned back only to find the chicks out of the place.
But there were cute little toddlers..babies and babies all over!
"WTF?chicks can even give birth in a span of 30 seconds?"I thought.What a Dirty Mind I have!Totally illogical and an absurd thought it was.Pardon me but I desperately wanted to add this..
There was this kid who was seated on a chair so comfortably,having a Chicken Lolly pop in her hand and a plate of Plain Noodles in front of her,without knowing how to eat it.She seemed to be a kid of Japanese descent..but in our country,we even refer the middle east people as Chinese or Japanese..err..no racist thoughts please..
This doll was so innocently watching her mother eat with the "I-do-not-care" condition of what was going on around her,in her mind.
She was that kind of kid with whom i thought,if i would take a selfie with,would earn me comparatively more likes for my profile picture.(look how thoughtful i am!)
There was again an other kid who was sitting right behind me and having a chocolate chip flavored cone ice cream in a way,if we had,we would be permanently sealed as nuts.
And there was this kid who was torturing his dad for something that i do not really remember.
And again there was this barely months old baby who was crying continuously for again something that humans will never understand.
And there were even more a dozen of kids around,who were available for the head count,but were always away from my vicinity to note what they where exactly doing.
These were running down on my head after observing those real "Cool Dudes"
"Children,toddlers,kids-look how happy they are!
with that "i-do-not-give-a-damn-about-anybody" attitude
with someone who is there for them 24x7 to help them out
And yea,they cry to get something what they need,from their parents.
(At least,they have some trick to convince their parents to get what they want)   
Menacing the place all over..hearty laughs..cheeky smiles..
But We the grown ups-Yes we got priorities in our lives.Goals.
Some people like me,live with that "why-does-no-one-give-a-damn-about-me" attitude.
Wishing to have someone to help you out,to guide you out,even though you know that you are grown up enough to think wise and to decide and work out your plans to get what you need.
Why do humans grow up?Why cant we look at the world how these children look?
Without greed?vanity?pride?jealousy?lust?Why cant we be satisfied with something we get what is destined for us to get?"
As i left,I wished that at least these children could remain the same as little kids,without growing up.
At least let them live in this world how we are supposed to live and how GOD wants us to live.

9 comments:

  1. kya writer bun gayi karthik..?!

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  2. Awesome jakes!...simple yet catchy!

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  3. Paaah....getho po:):) future Shakespeare

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  4. Happy for you!! :)

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  5. wow!!!!!! gud 2 c u.....tis way!!!! very intellectual dude:-)

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  6. this is the problem when some one comments anonymously..that u wont get to kno who actually applauds ur work :P
    btw,thank you everyone :)

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    1. lol..;) that is what u gotta find from our comments..;)

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  7. hi..karthik.... read both of your story like observations. very good. you are writing so beautiful. veryyyyyyyyyyy......good. carry on! all the best!

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    1. Thank you so much! :) it really does mean much to me :)

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