Friday 7 June 2013

The Awful Marketing

After reading and hearing a lot about it, I decided to go to the Kollam Mango Fest. Took a twenty rupee ticket for entry and bought two kilograms of mangoes. They turned out to be tasteless and artificially ripened using chemicals. I regretted purchasing them.

I had a mango kheer too but it tasted quite good. That was a worthwhile thing to do.

Now coming to the actual story:
While I was roaming around, somebody suddenly caught hold of my hand. Surprised, I turned around to see a lady selling 'whitening' products.

I have never been a fan of whitening products. Yes, I like spot-removing creams, moisturisers, facials, etc. However, I do not want to become a 'white beauty'.

The lady was insisting that I give her a chance. The incident had caught the attention of the onlookers. So I decided to gove her a try.

She applied the cream on my left hand while continuing to speak of how great the product was. She coninued to do that even while she finally rubbed the cream with a piece of cotton two minutes afterwards.

However, my skin, just like me, remained faithful to the old colour. So, smiling, I told the lady, "Since the colour has not changed, I think I will pass."

Even if the colour had changed, I doubt if I would have bought it. The lady made a mistake in making me her 'specimen'. Anybody who has seen me will vouch for the fact that I am not that into beauty products. She should have got someone else for the demo.

Thursday 6 June 2013

The Terror of Being Unconnected

My BSNL connection stopped allowing me to access internet yesterday. Without whatsapp and dear Google, life was a pain. Switched over to Airtel today and my life came back to me as soon as I started getting messages n whatsapp.

Now I have to figure out what has happened to my BSNL connection.

A very funny thing happened today. I was late as I got out of the home but luckily happened to reach the railway station on time. I found the coach reserved for ladies in my train to be entirely empty! I never get a window seat in the morning and it has been a great desire of mine to sit there and go. So, needless to say, I was thrilled.

Later, a lady came in and told me that it was not the ladies' coach. As I was not bothered as long as it was a window seat, I smiled at het and asked her to check. She told me that the guard in the train had told her.

Now, I had seen it clearly marked on the coach that it was reserved for ladies. I told her that two coaches in that train is usually reserved for ladies and that the guard was wrong.

Later, people found out that I was right. Till that time I was the only one in the coach. Men wouldn't enter as it was marked as reserved for ladies and women didn't enter because of the guard.

I was feeling angry at both the guard for his foolishness and the women fot theirs. So what if it was not reserved for ladies? The entire bogey was empty. Men aren't going to eat you alive if you happen to enter ummarked coaches.

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