I am flummoxed among other things is the process of buying gifts for Birthdays or for the matter Valentine Day. Others things also flummoxes me; Wild swings of the stock market and weather in Bangalore.
The only certain thing in today's life is traffic jam
and losses due to Satyam scam.
Not only I can write prose but rhyme too. We men like to compare among other things - Time stuck in traffic jam. Favorite being, "You know I was stuck for 3 hours near Trinity circle", "It takes me more time to come from Hyderabad then from Bangalore Airport to home". If you think only women compare figures, think again. We men also like compare the figures – Salary ones. We also buy bigger cars because size does matter.
However nothing flummoxes me more than the process of buying birthday gifts for "You know who" (I read too many Harry Potter books). The choices are endless
• Should it be a surprise or should you take her along. The only problem is that shopping induces involuntary yawning in me which leads to catastrophic consequences.
• Should it be a diamond or as only the thought matters that we can get away with a single rose. I have come to a conclusion, thoughts are ephemeral but diamonds are forever.
• If it is a dress then should we buy the right size or flatter her by buying small
I am amazed at the fact women can do this so easily. They look at a person and gifting portion of the brain starts whizzing and tells them in no uncertain voice. The most appropriate gift would be tall wine glasses which are marked as cut in Bohemia and are in sale which is unknown to other 3 billion women on this earth.
My wife used to buy gifts for relatives when returning home for vacation from Japan. The receiver will go in to raptures. One time she bought small plastic oil cans for my Mother and her friends. I was laughing along with the baggage scanner in the airport. However my wife had the last laugh when my mother whooped with joy and became the neighbor hood navarathri heroine, while the well chosen vacuum cleaner by me got a cursory glance.
PS: This is classic Jai. It means that it is a rehash of an earlier piece written by me.
I am A.K.A 'shoppers nightmare.....'
ReplyDeleteno patience,no inclination,no time and no money....and when it comes to buyng gifts for others,it gets worse.
Me too, unless it is buying for self with others money. All my invitation reads - Your presents are important. Cash scores the highest.
ReplyDeleteGreat work. Had me in splits.
ReplyDeleteAdd me to the club of pathetic gift buyers. I too have had 'oil can' experiences :-)
But liked the idea of 'buying for self with others money'. Guess that would be a nice activity to indulge in.
'Thoughts are ephemeral but diamonds are forever' - lol
Keep them coming.
Cheers,
Sal
My oil can experience does not involve an massage? What about yours?
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