Monday, 7 July 2008

home truths

after a looong time, this weekend, we decided to bite the bullet and go out shopping. we are not adventurous. we are old. we have plenty of things in our home. we are not averse to wearing shirts with funnily frayed collars. we have high tolerance for shoes that bite. our weekly needs are - milk, veggies, fruits, rice, veggies, veggies. these things are available in plenty within a five minute walking radius of the home. so we don't go out in the weekends at all, hang out at home and buy our veggies from the corner gaadi (where gaadi aunty refers to me as 'bacchi' even while her sons stare jealously at the husband carrying beer bottles in a bag).

our previous household needs such as our furniture, the baby crib and baby this or that were all bought in a store nearby, about a half hours drive away. back in those days (some four years ago now), we used to have the enthu to wake up, eat breakfast, make lunch, go out and shop, come back and eat lunch, and so on, on weekends. recently, the thought of such an outing makes us tired and crabby and we yell at each other about why one should wake up so early on a weekend and why one should sleep so late every weekend, respectively (you figure who is yelling what!).

since that long ago shopping spree, malls have sprung up left, right, center and in other similar directions, as well. we hear of this or that one from others. we have been taken aback by some humongous malls that we encountered on our way to a cousin's house in new bombay. people tell us of steals of deals they got on this or that, here or there. we nod sagely and say 'yeah we never went to that one, should go check it out sometime' right.

i have been a few times with my mom, child in tow. once we got tired in fifteen minutes. the noise. the crowds. the security guards in uniform. american corn. we fled. i went one other time alone (with the child). determined like crazy to get two things that were desperately needed (or so i thought). i hung in there and bought those things and we came out with semblances of smiles and got in the car and talked about our big adventure for days...

so it was with apprehension that we head out on sunday (which is absolutely the worst day to shop in these parts). the crowds were out in droves. people were in full sunday finery. i carried just a small juice carton for the monster, having decided to eat there. the husband went to the boys suit place. there were racks and racks of blue cloth for shirts. he picked some of them. they all looked the same, and pretty much like the ones he already has, frayed collars notwithstanding. so i walked out to find some of these funky crocs for the monster. i found them in pink, yellow, and black. the pink was rejected because it said 'sport' in the front, and obviously, it was a fake croc (how does she identify such things, i am such a fruit-cake, i swear i had no idea, thought she would totally go for the pink). the yellow was accepted, and the black was forced upon her (ha, they are also fakes at 195 rupees a pop, so there, little girl). the husband came back after the tailor had exclaimed at the immense length of his arms, feeling rather proud since they had to cut extra cloth for the long hands (and the french cuff of the shirt). he managed to convince me that wearing bata waterproof black sandals with white weird looking circles on top (acupressure madam), was just too much. i got tempted and bought some sandals that he insisted look good. thankfully i avoided the ones that were just slightly big for me though he and the store guy were sure it was ok. last time i got convinced like that my mom complained to everyone who would hear and swore she would throw them in the trash (after they got real ratty and started shedding black flaky things). i avoided that cleverly this time, and still emerged with something decent that fit well and did not cost a bomb. at least not much of a bomb for a chick, at some six hundred.

and that was it. i had made a list two weeks ago of things i needed to buy. the husband took that piece of paper out of my bag and wrote some directions on it and subsequently threw it away. so i forgot half the things i was sure i desperately needed. the shirts and the footwear made it, the monster's because the previous pair bites like crazy (though it was favoured as it matches her jacket, and, the bestest friend of all wears the same thing in a larger size). we were a bit crabby by then. the husband showed this by saying something like 'why do you pick up things without bar-codes? it delays the check-out process, dont you know that?' i retorted with, 'the store person gave it to me, she should know, go tell her.'

we decided to give lunch a shot. every place said there was a forty five minute wait. people waited patiently. we had shopped, for goodness sake. so we hit a creepy looking dosa place. hoping it had south indian cooks. it was one of those funky chinese manchurian dosa type things where the waiters wear yellow hats. we were thoroughly annoyed at everything. the monster was beginning to grate, with her tendency to lick this or that, kick off her sandals, chew for too long, and ask something about everything, and the tendency to say 'i dont know' to anything we asked her back. somehow reined in the tempers, consumed an appallingly bad set of dosas and curd rice and thought, hey, we are in the mall. it must have a multiplex.

of course we are well aware of the multiplex in this mall, my husband having unsuccessfully tried to lure me into movies in the past. he expected to be given the same answer this time. but i was feeling a bit, teeny weeny bit, chilled out after the rice and mcdowell's bottled water (wtf?). so i said, ok, lets do it. we go there, check out what movies are playing and go to whatever is on in the near future, i said, brightly and bravely.

ok but no random bollywood things, such as movies having emraan hashmi, i said.
ok, nothing with priyanka chopra in it, he said.
nothing with new people as heros and heroines, i said.
something hollywood would be ok, he said.
no, that would be painful, unless its a chick flick, i said.
no chick flicks, he said.

anyway we paid up and went to stare at the ticket counter screens displaying to the minute details of the availabilities, net grossed amount in jharkhand, and the date of release of the telugu translation.

three movies were available (dont remember their titles very well):
1. a priyanka chopra starrer. yes, that one with the red hair and pink backpack. rejected.
2. a new hero-heroine flick where the girl wore white clips in her hair, similar to what the monster wears in matching colours. rejected.
3. a rani mukherjee saif ali khan movie based loosely on mary poppins, sound of music, and hum hain rahi pyaar ke (!). it had ameesha (formerly known as that irritating patel girl who gets to get close to hrithik roshan and wear his shirts). rejected.

oh well, we cannot possibly tolerate three hours of random bollywood crap. he said.
yeah, these are too bad. could have managed that akshaye khanna thing perhaps. i said.
how do people handle priyanka chopra. he said.
do you like vidya balan, i find her very annoying. i said.
oh, are jealous since she has these ads with madhavan. he said. (very true maddy rocks)

so yeah, truth is that despite my careful browsing of mumbai mirror and bombay times and so on, i cannot actually tolerate watching a movie in a theater. same with him. we are old. we are intolerant. we have unreasonable expectations of our fellow mumbai dwellers (i.e. movie stars and the like). we are not even convinced we can tolerate a kamal hassan extravaganza any more. we have no energy except to drink beers and watch desultory amounts of television and fold our clothes while at it. and, we need to outsource our shopping. willing to draw feet on a piece of paper and give it whoever will agree to buy footwear...

11 comments:

Serious Lounger said...

heh heh, join the gang - going to sampige road and back in a trying enough experience for us.. esp since the junior brat needs to be carried around.. wifey and I both have extra strong left hands now (as we carry him with that).. and the thought of shopping is enough to drive us up a wall.. duh! guess we are growing old too..

kbpm said...

sl - he will of course refuse to sit in the stroller, right? in any case the carrying, folding, dragging strollers through narrow aisles is painful to even think about. you guys cannot be old, at least not yet!! blame it on having to manage two energetic boys!!

Ludwig said...

> we need to outsource our shopping.

err... how much does the job pay?

kbpm said...

ludwig - since i have no idea of market rates, why dont i pay you what you want to be paid. this after i resolve my crazy issues with the canara bank now.... :)

choxbox said...

kenny, you need to move to namma bengaluru. we have fabulous malls here with multiplexes that screen movies that star p.chopra, v.balan, a.patel, h. roshan and some others whose names i cannot recollect thanks to old age. we will go together to shop for footwear and clothing and such. also get a haircut err.. get our hair styled, while we are at it.

btw i dont blame the aunty for calling you bacchi. i said that years ago.

kbpm said...

choxbox, thanks but no thanks. i am happy to hang out in parks, homes, even 'family restaurants' with the accompanying loudness of it all. bangalore malls are even more scary than the mumbai ones, considering we only ever go to the two small malls close to our home here. i have been once to FORUM or some such in bengaluru, and i can still remember the head ache i got as a consequence... the main issue is the awful music they play methinks. but at least i have been to some movies, chak de, ghatodkatch, dolphins at the imax, sivaji - which was generally extremely brave of me, and hey, i have lived to tell the tale!

choxbox said...

ok hang out in your parks and such. you dont know what you are missing.

karmickids said...

OHH! Someone who doesnt like malls. Now I have to meet you, I am a mall rat. Like my son. I thrive on the energy, the buzz, and yes, I am a dinosaur too!

kbpm said...

but choxbox, i want to hang out in parks and restaurants with YOU (and your kids, heh heh). ok fine, we will go shopping chalo. anyway we have to go to that bookstore when you are here...

kiran, yeah, well, when we meet, i am going to take notes from you (and your son too). be warned. i will be wearing glasses (as befits age) and carrying a notebook. and of course yellow chrysanthemum for easy of identification

choxbox said...

may i join you when you meet kiran? if i miss it i will take xerox copy of your notes pls.
btw does tarams still have the xerox shop or has it been sacrificed at the altar of development? i hear vales is totally hep now.

kbpm said...

cb-
ok notes plan sounds good. photocopying (ahem) is easy now thanks to the all-in-one HP laserjet. :)
not sure re: tarams & vales, but i sure know that tscool paradise takes you to singapore or some such, and there is a cafe coffee day with red leather couches somewhere near sarayu!!