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Crowd watching is entertaining
What is it about the malls that keeps the youth attracted and attached to marking their attendence there? I tried to figure it out one day and i left the place with experiencing stark contrasts, which is perhaps the essence of humanity
I OFTEN used to wonder how the youth brigade maintains a 365 day attendance in the malls. Does the hot blood flowing in their veins make them impassive to the monotony? Finally, one day when I was waiting for someone in a mall, I discovered the mystery behind their steady persuasion. If my interpretation is not incorrect, it is the crowd which is the point of attraction. Watching the crowd was so entertaining that I had forgotten my errand. Coincidentally it was a gender-biased watch.

The super mommies with their hi-tech chillis (children) were a fun to watch. First my attention was pinned by the contrast of their ultra-modern dress and supra-traditional symbols of being married. Vermillion, which touched the mid-forehead and pants that was just below the knee. Who says that moms are drained out of energy trying to be a good home-maker? They supercede their chillis in energy, running from pillar to post to keep a tap on these small insects, buying groceries and feigning smiles. 

Then my eyes fell on a middle-aged woman mounted on a silhetto. My eyes almost narrowed down to a close while watching her briskly climb the stairs. I marveled at her wonderful balance and practice. While the lanky figure pointed at her thin appetite, her big bag spoke of fat bank balance. Then my glance shifted from her to a woman who was fat. Clad in a saree and slipper she was lagging behind her group. I thought it takes a lot of exercise and researched diet to loose wait but what does it take to gain wait? Perhaps, yielding to ones taste buds, worrying about everything and an idle life. Her each step was at the cost of heavy gasping and perspiring.

I got a completely opposite version of the thin woman in a lady who was sturdy and sweet. She had the appearance of a typical middle-class family oriented housewife. In her starched printed sari she collected the needful attentively. Before keeping an article in the basket, she flipped it to confirm the quality of the product. After all who can ensure a better life but a housemaker herself? 
Suddenly I was jolted out from that pensive mood by a cackle. There was a gaggle of girls on a shopping spree. What held me was the uniformity of their style: straight hair, bony face with eye make-up and fitted suits. From my eves-dropping I found that their happiness was oozing at the prospect of getting wed. The thought of those frisky nights tickle every prospective bride and groom to smile to themselves. Although I could little understand their accented lingo, I inferred that their discussion centered on this topic. 

As they passed by, my attention drifted to an old petite woman sitting with a cup of tea. All she had bought was a card which read ‘That day when we started together’. I thought that today a man and wife is all alone in their old age. Their children are away trying to assess the market conditions. Their parents back home hope that one day they will again live together. ‘And I am there for you’ is what her husband will say upon reading the pithy line, I thought. 

As I was about to come back, a girl bumped into me. Her concentration was somewhere else. She tried to apologise by her gesture and asked me, “Mam where is water sold here? I am thirsty.” I offered my water bottle. Her heavily oiled hair and mannerism indicated that she was a rural visitor bewildered at the largeness of urban affluence. When she tried to understand the dazzle around her, her nose almost touched the glass shutters. I left the place with stark contrasts, which is perhaps the essence of humanity. 

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