So here I am at the Dominos Pizza in a shopping mall, you
know how much fun it is, kids shouting at ear piercing decibels, mom cribbing
about their couch potato husbands and grand parents running around collecting
all the kids. Elder kids asking the counter when they are going to serve pizza
and carefully telling the waiter exactly how he wants it, double cheese no
veggies, and the waiter carefully looking at the mosquito who has been bugging him
for a while now, so that he can put the matter to rest. Younger kids are shouting
because they are being pushed around by elder kids while playing Musical Chair
and some because they want the return gifts and goody bags right away. And the
ones who are still in the stroller, are shouting for their Moms attention, who
is busy telling other Moms how her husband comes late from office everyday and
doesn't return her calls. The only reason I am at the party is for free Pizza
and of course my brats.
Then suddenly you hear high heels walking towards you, (I
can hear them even with so much noise around, I am gifted that ways) with their
hands hanging out just to show off their recently manicured nails or big
diamonds they are wearing, not sure. So it is a group of three newly wed
couples, hanging around, having a good time. If you are wondering how I know
they were newly weds and not still dating is because they were wearing the Red and
White Chudda, must for North Indian brides to be worn for atleast 45 days. All the
three girls were wearing trendiest dresses, paired with the right accessories,
hair blowdried, wearing big mascara complete with makeup. Oh yes, at a certain
age you need to wear makeup all the time, even to watch a movie in the dark.
They had sometime to kill before their movie, oh how I like
to eavesdrop on other peoples table, not completely my fault that kids birthday
parties are so much fun. So what is my thought when they are leaving the pizza
place, “Ha, wait till you become a Mom and you are too exhausted to even comb
your hair everyday and your body parts are all so wiggly that all you will
think about shopping is Shape wears and Plus sizes. Lets meet then, (just like
in 3 Idiots Rancho and Silencer meet again after 10 years), who is talking
about kids and flab, who is wearing the most fashionable designer labels and who
is going to watch a movie.”
While I was caught in my thoughts, giving a good punch to
the girls in my dreams, suddenly I heard a voice “Excuse me aunty”. My ego completely
sank when I looked back and it was THEM, asking to be excused as I was standing
in their way out.
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