This post of mine is dedicated to all regular mall goers and Sale lovers.

Disclaimer: All the incidents and characters here a product Fiction based on facts. Any reseblance to real life observation is possible however greatly regretted :D.

This Friday I went to a BIG Mall of pune....lets name it Giza.
It was full of people...big, small, fat, thin...aunties in tight jeans, uncles in knickers, kids in pants and girls short of clothes(that’s why they were here I suppose).I was for a moment transported to a country not India. Giza was offering SALE "Discount upto 70%".
My target was to locate that "70% off" item.After loitering around the complete mall I located that item. It was an ugly looking wooden tray priced at a whooping amount of 839/-. I took that unusual piece of "luxury" in my hands, turned it around, sideways...I was searching for a hidden treasure that will come to the owner of that incredibly ugly tray. "It’s imported", somebody prompted from behind. It was a Giza employee smiling at my agape mouth. I replaced the tray slightly embarrassed. A fat aunty in blue Capri and white halter top gave me a sympathizing look (however I think it was sarcastic).
Then I proceeded to my next target...some shopping. I went around the apparels area leisurely and picked up some garments to try after checking the price tags and discounts properly (some were over 1000 even after discount :( ) Beaming with the pleasure of shopping I preceded to the trial rooms. Alas!! Was I oblivious of my surroundings? There was a queue longer than infy's outside the trial rooms. I kept all my loot to one side and took out one kurta that would surely fit me. With a dismal look towards it, I left the area. I now tried to observe my surroundings. I saw saif staring at me from a Provogue poster, an all revealing model guiding me towards Indian traditional dresses, and then there was "Mayur Salmaan Khan" and so on.
There were happy faces laden with things all around me. Aunties and uncles tired of standing in long queues outside trial rooms had decided to try the t-shirts type things outside only (ofcourse over what they were already wearing :D). Some could be seen sitting on haunches on floor helping their children try the clothes. One family I observed(I assume they were a family) closely. The family consisted of aunty, uncle and 2 kids(boys)...aunty was thin and slender in black skin tight denims and yellow tube top, uncle was bald with a popping tummy, kids cute in superman and Spiderman attire. aunty was standing before a mirror trying some kurtas while uncle was undressing the superman kid. Spiderman was now wearing blue soccer t-shirt with no 8 printed at back(I am talking about the other kid.) Superman kid was now transformed into lord Krishna kid(I think it was for school fancy dress competition). Aunty was now wearing a long kurta with Om embroidered on it and "Lets Play" showing from the top she was wearing underneath."chal iski billing to kara le." my friend interrupted my keen observation. I went and stood in the long line to "pay" for the evening. I saw people asking the discounts and then deciding whether to buy the thing in discussion or not. Couples fighting over their Ghar ka budget and Giza bill. All the while people in queue waited patiently. Girls were dropping in and out of the trial rooms to flaunt their future possessions, keeping the trial rooms occupied all the time. After waiting for half an hour I paid.But the evening was not yet over.
As I was moving out of Giza...a beautiful candle caught my attention. I took that candle and went over to the cash counter...I took out change and pleaded I just want this candle. but he asked me to stand in the queue with the same characteristics I described earlier. scared I went to replace the candle. "We can still have it" , my friend suggested looking into my teary eyes. "We'll just take it" he added. Candles don’t have that buzzer thing, was his explanation :DI flared up "what are u talking about....we'll steal a candle?". "yes!!" he said with sparkling eyes.I looked around...people were busy shopping and mall employees replacing things. I tried to scan for any cameras...there weren't any(it’s still my assumption!). Silently placed the candle in helmet and covered it with my scarf. I walked out with a racing heart and confident look.I was startled when somebody called from behind.."Excuse me mam!!", Oh God! and so I was caught. somebody had seen us. Now my name would be dust laden (although nobody knew my name). I dared not turn...decided to ignore the caller.” you left your key on the counter" the person added handing me over the key.My friend was laughing at my face,” you are a candle chor now" and he was laughing again. I was laughing too. People were looking at us...aunties, uncles, kids and girls staring at us with dismay.They were alighting classy cars, English was in the air. Street children gathered around these people....poor India spreading its hands before rich India. Poor India getting rebuked by Rich India. Anyways after that we ran off the scene as if we never existed."hey dear!! do u think they have cameras installed and will try to track us?" I enquired my friend.."All for a candle?" he replied and then we started laughing again.