Touch Me Not!

No No I have not changed my profession. I have not become a botanist talking about the plant, “touch me not”. (I know you may have guessed it already, sorry for that)

Flashback

Long time ago when I was a kid (which I still am, so actually it’s not that long time back also. but for the sake of narration) and used to go out on family outings to anywhere be it visit to any family friends place or a showroom my mother always used to tell me “don’t touch anything”. If I wanted something I was instructed to ask permission (though the answer always used to be NO!!) for even touching it.

(At a family friends place. I really like a glass crystal kept in the showcase)

Adi: Uncle Can I “please” see that. (Hoping I would get YES as an answer)
Uncle (with a scornful look): Sure beta.
Mom: No No No there is no need. Sorry for that, he is really mischievous.

(At a mall, I really like this toy which was action hero figure.)

Adi (to the attender at mall): Bhaiya, can I see that toy.
Helper (with a smile): Sure! (Hoping I would buy it)
Mom: No No No. There is no need.

So the story used to continue everywhere.

But being a notorious, mischievous and rebellious I always used to go against them and do what I wished.

Shwwooosh now to present.

Today I was out with a friend of mine to pick up a gift for her friend. She had asked me to help her out in making the decision, though I knew it was nothing else but acting like a chauffer. Because I knew that she would hate whatever I would select. And I am sure it happens with most, girls just can’t shop with guys. They some how just don’t like our selection. ;)

We went everywhere but managed not to pick a thing. By that time I was tired like a dog. I just dint have energy to go anywhere else. But amazingly she still had stamina and energy (more than that patience) to still go to other shops.

I just don’t understand from where they get that added energy while shopping. At other times they would get tired even to walk 500 meters.

So it was decided that we would enter one final shop which was Archies.

I don’t know why girls love that place so much.

We (actually I should say She) started checking everything there that made it so special, right from the cards, stuff toys to perfumes. Wandering the whole place we reached the mugs with those “cute” one liners sections. And to self astonishment I myself liked those. So I got excited (more that I could say impatience and eagerness to get out of that place and go back home) and started suggesting which one would be better.

I had one mug in my hand and I thought that would be best, but not surprising enough my friend felt the other better. So I kept the mug in my hand back and picked up that one. But again not surprising enough she thought the previous one was nice. So I kept it back and started to pick the previous mug, but suddenly I don’t know what happened, some may call it a shake or a tremor or what, my hand which was rested on that stand shook and the whole stand with mugs FELL!! and few of them (Actually many) broke. :(

I was dazed unable to think what happened. I stood there as if I was attacked by paralysis. I did not react. Then a whole team of assistant came rushing by as if a SWAT team arrived listening to an explosion. That time my friend came to rescue. She tried to put the blame on equipment over there saying that the stand was already broken. But sadly they just were not ready to agree and asked me to PAY for all the broken mugs. Hearing that I bounced back to my senses and then tried my managerial skills to talk it out. I acted smart and asked for the manager.

Manager: Yes Sir, how may I help you?
Assistants narrated the whole story.

Manager did not say anything but pointed to a board stuck at every corner in bolds
ITEMS ONCE BROKEN WILL BE CONSIDERED SOLD (Something like that I don’t remember that anymore) and left.

But before leaving he did say something that sounded nice that time. He said looking at the number of broken mugs (which were 5, and each costing 150/=) he would give a discount of 10%. Lol. :) What a relief I must say :p. Certianly did not sound like a Diwali offer. :p

So I ended up making a hole in my pocket and still walk out empty handed. (Not completely, I took all the broken mugs to keep in my showcase)

And now I realized why my mother was so scared to let me even TOUCH anything anywhere.