A Trip to The Mall
Car keys in my hand, handbag on the shoulder, dressed to shop till I drop, off I go walking fast, faster till I get to my car. I jump in, say a prayer, and start my car. I zip off as slow as I can!! I am a careful driver, you see, and I strongly feel that the “Safe Driver of the Year” award must go to me!
Driving with confidence with my GPS friend
I drive with expertise and flair to the mall. I am confident with the ins and outs of the roads in my city. I am a pro. You have to believe me when I say so. There is a secret to this, nothing great I just have a GPS, you know—my best friend and guide on the roads. I set the destination, and off I go. My GPS friend guides me to my destination.
The sequence – if I have to change lanes, I get warned ten minutes before.
My friend GPS guides me like this –
“Follow the lane for 100 m.”
“Prepare to move to the right lane.”
After the lane change has been made-
“Now follow the lane for 100 m ”
“Prepare to turn right.”
After the turn has been made-
“Follow the route for 15 m.”
Finally, my friend announces
“You have reached your destination.”
By now, you must know why I call my GPS, my best friend and guide!!
I park my car and am off to the mall.
Going crazy in the mall
I enter the mall. I look around. Oh! My GOD!! Day after day, something new keeps popping up on the shelves. New electronics, beauty products, soaps scents, and the list grows by the second. You turn around and as if by magic, something else pops up on the shelf. All thanks to the creative and innovative brains of the human race.
I go crazy, deciding which one to buy. I buy one today and another model – of course, the latest greatest with another extra feature pops up.
With all these thoughts running through my mind, I pick up a trolley and start wheeling around through the aisles.
You know trolleys have a mind of their own. If you push the cart straight, it chooses to go left; if you push it left, it wants to go right. So much for the wheel alignment on trolleys these days.
One aisle that drives me crazy is where all the delicious chocolates are displayed with great taste. I zip past through that aisle, but somehow I see the aisle, and I groan and moan inside. All the delicious chocolates call out to me, “Taste me, taste me.”
As I head towards the beckoning chocolates, the face of my doctor looms large in my mind, larger than life - his scowling face, disapproving eyes, his scorching words. I shiver and shake in fright; wisdom prevails, and I walk away from the heavenly delights, bidding a sad, tearful goodbye.
I finish all my shopping. I go through my list and check off all the items to make sure that I had bought everything that I wanted. Finally, it is off to the billing counter.
Billing was done, and it’s off to my car again. I confidently walk to the place where I had parked my car. I reach my car, but it is not mine. It just looks like mine. It’s like a mirage in the desert. There, but not there, maybe an apparition?? I was sure I had parked it there.
I look around; I see it there, right there way ahead, I walk and walk, but alas it is not my car. I had forgotten which bay I had parked my car.
Finding my car
I wondered if my true best friend would give me hoot and a call and say, "Am here, buddy, right here." I walked around in circles. I was sure I had parked my car in K- 17 bay, but alas, my car wasn't there. Then off to another bay, then another. I walked in circles, straights, rectangles, even a diagonal, or was that a pentagonal that I had covered.
In short, I traversed infinite distances and finally spotted my car. I heaved a sigh of relief. I jumped into the car. I relaxed, did some deep breathing, and switched on the music, and I hit the road with confidence – me and my GPS friend.
© 2012 Nithya Venkat