Unconsciously Trapped

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
It is a comedy incident about how you have to always do stuff you so don't want to. The thing that i don't like to do often is shopping. So here is an extract of that three day terror i had because of a silly mistake that i would be in future remember not to make.Enjoy the shopping spree........

Submitted: October 08, 2008

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  Unconsciously Trapped!

 

 

Never! Never tell about your likes and dislikes to your aunt.  Because they have this kind of dangerous confidence that whatever they like is the best. And criticize that certain thing and ‘Boom’, they go to all lengths to show you that thing is the greatest gift given to mankind. And, that is exactly what my aunt did to me when I said something about, one of usual and ‘fun’ thing [that is how my aunt says it is] that all women of all ages till today are doing.

Like anybody I fancy people with intelligence, a kind heart and good sense of humor, but I don’t with my heart and soul like people who love shopping. But unfortunately, nowadays people who don’t like shopping are very rare. Somehow most of my family members are shopaholics (including my aunt, somehow she knows the exact and familiar tricks on how to bargain). Austerely speaking, I see no point in wasting anybody’s hard earned money on nothing but shopping, shopping and shopping. My family and friends tease me that my soul mate will love me a lot because most woman love to shop but I don’t so according to them his money will be safe.

I parenthetically had forgotten about telling my aunt about my strong dislike for shopping. So when my aunt called me to visit her for a three day stay I did not rather think twice and just packed my bags and landed on her doorstep. And then she said something that I would not like to hear, especially from my aunt’s mouth for the least. “We are going shopping.” she said winking at me cheerfully. I swallowed hard. “For today, we will go market shopping,” she continued. I had a feeling that my three day stay was going to be one of the disastrous vacations of my life. I swallowed double hard and followed her through the main door of the house. I took a deep breath, knowing that this was indisputably going to be one of those unforgettable memories that I would love to erase.

  She took me to the local market (I was going after decades). Wearing a cute tee and brand new jeans I stepped on the road under a warm September sun.  Little knowing I would return home sweating with my arms full of bags with weird prints on them.

  She made two whole rounds of the market going through the same place again and again, that made my eyes swim in my head.(Practically, we were going in circles)She made me carry all the bags. When I was trying to figure out how to carry the entire load she tells me to calculate the amount (because she thinks the shopkeeper doesn’t know how to add, so according to my aunt he was ‘No good in Mathematics’).She starts yelling at the shopkeeper; while he patiently listens to her (I think he is used to her).

Next we moved on in the fish market, for about half an hour, she, herself was talking to the fisherwoman about the weather, their respective children and what not, all in Marathi language without punctuations, making me stand there in the stinking place. Unable to breath because of the smell I moved ahead towards the flower shop, though I don’t fancy flowers I needed oxygen!

  Then she walks so fast (she is not loaded with bags, of course) making me run the whole way and making people stare at me (Oh God!)

Next she brings two bags full of coconuts! (Nooooooooooo…!!!)But my protests go in vain. (Sniff!) Then she brings another bag loaded with something I have no clue of. Fortunately, she carries some of the load. But still, I have to carry so much that it is too much to handle. We argue on our way back home.

  “Oh sweetie, this is nothing. Wait till I take you-”

 “I’ve no intention to stay here anymore. At least not anywhere near you!” I said cutting her in mid-sentence. And my aunt just smiles her famous, we-will-see smile.

Gawd!! So much for a day. I tell you never, NEVER!!! Tell anything to your Aunt. Because they sure know how to take revenge when you hold a grudge against them. And such sweet and harmless revenges!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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