Back to Childhood

For all the readers, childhood here refers to what I saw today at a jewellery store and later that evening as a consequence of it. The experience was so overwhelming that I couldn’t resist myself writing this blog. Even so late at night, still mom and dad are sitting in front of me talking, discussing and fighting, yes fighting, like small restless kids, when i am jotting down the words on this screen. Giving you all a brief background, Today was my Mom’s birthday. I guess its really brief but self explanatory.

Anyways what happened today was that we went to Tanishq store to buy ME a ring as my comin b’day present (Which I too didn’t knew about). I was planning to buy mom a bracelet. Thanx to Vedang, a dear friend of mine, who showed to me the amusement park of girls and also for guys i.e main showroom of Tanishq at B’lore. Confused? Why GUYS? I call it the amusement park coz every girl is shocked when she enters the showroom and every guy, when he leaves. So we entered the showroom, headed towards the ring counter… ding dong dong… ting tong tong…. sing song song…. I asked “Where is the bangle counter?”… ding dong dong… ting tong tong…. sing song song…. We promptly reached to this next counter… ding dong dong… ting tong tong…. sing song song…. (these were the sounds actually i was hearing of the bustling ladies crowd around.) Since it was my first Jewellery gift to her, mom was super ultra rampaged uber hyperactive then and papa was just confused while I was continuously observing them. Think of a child left alone in a store, big and bright, full of candies, toys and ice creams. Mom was eggjacktly that kid, double enthused. These Tanishq showrooms are so well organized, was thinking of writing another blog on how they dont ever mention the amount on the product, just the weight and the calculation for cost estimation is so tough for an average gold loving girl that she has nothing else to compare but the grace of the gold. And miraculosuly I was the only person in that showroom who was able to guess the amount of the product and hence was the sore spot in the eyes of the saleswoman. Anyways coming back to our original shiny story. Since, I gave mom full independence of chosing the jewellery without worrying about the cost, it bombastically boosted her divine power of picking. The entire set of bangles looked the same to me but to her, aaah. See, the softer sex have this skill that they can, if required, awaken their inbuilt sense of discrimination which can even percieve a needle in hay. So finally after chosing the set (Time taken ~= Time period of break in a single break movie on Zee cinema), and finally when I paid, I just loved watching her carry the bag. Held with both the hands infront of her, clasping it tightly. again giving an eg of the similar kind of kid, who holds a new beloved comic or toy to him as close to him as possible. I was planning not to buy the ring they intended to, and it was a delicacy seeing her getting angry on me not buying it. Finally we didn’t bought the ring and while leaving the store, Mom: “I guess iss box mein isse (bangle) rakhna theek nahin, kahin gir gaya ya bhool gayi to. Better hai ki isko pehan leti hoon.” LOL

I wished if I had just a lil more money in my wallet, I could have bought the earrings she liked. Now planning ahead for the next day when again I’ll get the chance to rediscover the hidden child in mom and dad. Though for few moments only but it was full of charm and charisma.