How I was ragged at the Big bazaar

Ah..you won't believe this but this has really ,truly happened.I was ragged at the Big bazaar.Or so I felt at first.

Here I was, riding the sneaky escalator down to the ground floor of the famous Big B shop in the city.Since I was quite sadistically enjoying my PMS urge to shop, my eyes naturally sought out the cosmetics range.I was looking for a favorite brand of cologne when a lady practically pounced on me from behind the shelf.

Even though people were all around me,nudging around others to grab things which they don't want,I was thoroughly shocked.Who is this lady?Whatever did she want from me?Then I noticed that she was a shop assistant.What the hell?

In the confusion I had missed the beginning of what this woman was saying.Now that I did come back to my senses,it sounded somewhat like this.."..so you should use this product ma'am.Just one wash and all that unnecessary tan will vanish.See,there are dark spots on your face especially near the cheeks.That won't do..you should really use this and get fair.I can get you a special discount for this...."

Ahhh!..insult to injury.How dare she speak to me like that?Dark spots?UNNECESSARY Tan?Want to be fair..wtf?

Glowering at her,I turned back from the counter,determined to report her insolent behaviour to the floor manager. Or whichever dumb head who was responsible for setting her on the unsuspecting customers.

Just then a tiny voice stopped me on my tracks .."Ma'am ,please don't report me to the manager.I am terribly sorry if you're offended."

It was the same sales girl.Before I could say anything ,she continued,"this is a new product and two of us are given the task of promoting it to our female customers.All that we got as a briefing was "think of them as you and sell the product".If we don't manage to sell at least three a day,our salary will be cut down.Please..please don't report me"

I took a closer look and found that she was in truth,a girl in her early 20s.Someone like me.But then she had freckles.Her face was tanned.It worn a defeated look,tired from the struggle,the challenge of tackling angry-rich customers and the imminent threat of losing out on her job.And that same look gave her the presence of a middle aged woman.

If some MBA clad fool tells her to sell a high end beauty product to the customers, 'thinking it was she ' in their place,she had no other way but to pounce.And fall flat on her meager paycheck.Or get slapped by some beauty conscious,pouting snob.

Suddenly I felt glad she pounced on me.Smiling at the sheer madness of it all,I asked how many had she managed to sell so far

"Just one ma'am..in the morning."

I picked up two and went away.Looking back would have been too much.

Besides,my sister too had the tan.Just like me :):)

Yes, I'm Applauding Madness

Yes..finally!
I am openly applauding madness.
So far,it's just been me,my writings,the way i dress or the occasional facebook stabs at dull,two legged men.
Not anymore.
Like the crazy music lover who was so into the music that he forgot to stand up and applaud,
I've been absorbed into the center of the whirlpool..I just forgot what I was really after.
Just found it..it's this blog.

So,from today onwards..am gonna stand up in the gallery and applause,madly at all the madness that's happening around.Might include some pretty nasty takes on how i feel,how others made me feel and how am going to set some records very very straight:)

Land ho!