Shopping!

Having a room to myself i was as flippant, if not more and as careless as i ever was. Only a phenomenon could get me to change the sorry state my room was in. And then, mom and aunt visited.
Needless to say i was rendered speechless (fact is they never let me open my mouth. Thank God she's not an external) all the while chiding about the deplorable condition of my room! To cut that long story short, they ended up making my room living worthy for those other than me as well with the parting order to maintain it as such.

Taking it to my heart i decided to shop for stuff that i had so far labelled as frivolous. And therein lies my mistake.
"I believed i could shop."

Now before i relegade you with my shopping experience, let me tell you about my previous shopping experience. 'Zero'. The max i have shopped is for a razor. I'm a guy who buys a blue shirt every time just cos i get confounded by the variety(I've nearly 6 formal shirts and all blue). So all i perfectly know about shopping is how it spells.

As any good(rofl) medico, i made a list of items to be bought. Starting from Nescafe, the list included pril, harpic, a boom, a dishwasher brush, a brush for toilet cleanin, couple of door mats, all out, a dettol soap for washing Hands, a soap tray and a ceramic cup. How hard is it gonna be to buy these 11 items?!?!?!?

Obviously tougher than i had bargained for. So i chose a big and grand departmental store(does this count as my 2nd mistake???) and went riding happily on my bike.

Facing me were half a dozen rows each as long as a tyranosaurus, from the apex of its head to the tip of its tail, and i was already lost! Seeing my distress a (pretty;)) sales girl offered help. The first thing i had to do was get a stroley. Pushing it around(feeling like a new dad:D) i started my conquest with nescafe.

The shelves offered nescafes of all possible flavour and bottle size(there is an option of favours in nescafe? Its just nescafe coffee right?:(). After 10 minutes of indecision, i settled on the classic(sounds good. But the Taste?:() chosen by inky pinky ponkey(:D). And then i had to walk nearly half a mile(guilty as charged of exaggeration:p). To reach pril. And once again i faced the dilemma of choice. This time however i decided faster(thanks to my friend who pesters me to wash his dishes with his pril).
Dettol was tougher. Why would i want an antiseptic soap to be cool as ice or smell of jasmine? Now its at the dishwash brush that i learnt that the (pretty:D) sales girl had other plans. Don't get me wrong. She was out to make a profit for the store. And why not? Its her job. But i was wakeful enough (lol) to reject a suggestion of a brush that costs 150 rs instead of a 20rs one. So i broke up with her and proceeded to complete my list. The broom was over soon as there was only one option. The allout offered a dial to adjust the outflow for an added 30 rs (bunch of pirates!). The coffee cup was tricky. The store offered only a glass cup for 50rs and with my track record for handling(or aptly said, mishandling;() i was wary of incurring my mom's wrath again.

Atlast i was done and feeling like Alexander would have felt at the bank of Ganges (that I'd come a long way, but all for nothing). While waiting to have my bill totalled my eyes caught a bottle of squash(:p). Only the price tag stung(i shall endorse fresh fruits herein). So i consoled myself wit a couple of packets of Maggie chicken noodles(yes yes yes yes yes :D) and proceeded to check out.
Now i knew this stuff gonna cost. But i never dreamt it would burn my pocket through and through. At 466 it wasn't exactly cheap (i suffered a minor heart attack). Obviously the inflation is yet to pass in this store. Thankfully i had taken the last 500 i had. And it was finished.

Moral of the story, for myself and first time shoppers. No Overconfidence. Never trust the help. Don't be overwhelmed by the choice (this is where i realised, freedom of choice is not always to be appreciated). Be ready with your dad's credit card(love you dad:D.) And only recommended for the strong of heart or women (;))!