Pulp Diction

Once upon a time in Ga Ga land, where most women were ga ga but none were Lady Gaga, there lived among many a disgruntled house wives, a certain disgruntled HW. Who after not-really- waking any morning, discovered that it was the quadric –annual sale at Ben One. And who, after disapprovingly surveying her house, filled with brick-a -brack from all the right places, discovered that since all the ga ga ladies in the Ga Ga land are making their way to The Sale, simply must add a few more unwanted items, to an array of existing distasteful catalogue of bedding and useless essentials, which will further her cause “the pursuit of unhappiness”.

So off she went with the credit card that the Generous Bank had bestowed on them, to further every form of useless need and to cripple the couple to a point of no return, where the rate of interest was higher than the interest of all the ladies in the Ga Ga land combined. So with that card, wearing her latest designer prêt wear and her fake designer bag she went. She went and saw other equally disgruntled housewives eyeing each other sophisticatedly, checking out bags and wear of the other wearer, to distraction. Spending as much as she could on an easy conscience, this HW made her way to her chauffer driven leased car, which the BIG Corporation had provided the ladder-climbing unsatisfied-with-his-work and pay Hubby. 

On the way back from the State-Of-The Art-Hip-To-The-Bone- Mall,  she saw the banner of the Flood Relief Victims Support .Her unconscience thought of the millions displaced by the Floods. Utterly moved, she started looking for some loose change in her purse and taking out the hundred rupee note thought herself to be at the zenith of her philanthropic life, felt relieved that she was indeed a woman of conscience and not like those heartless others. After all so much AID was already there and these poor people ought to know their places, why she herself was a victim, so much water poured that it almost ruined the garden she was paying thousands to upkeep.

Although having spent most of her day in the pursuit of unhappiness, she was not entirely unhappy yet.  She stopped at her BF’s house, whose chatter usually depressed her beyond repair for days. Right on, the BF was in the middle of a telethon, spreading misery to all who would have it. Narrating tales of designer joras, designer weddings and trips to Europe, she received our heroine with a prompt two air kisses and a comment on how she must start this fab new diet discovered online, by this friends friend, who happens to have lost 30 kg on it. Feeling amply low, this HW told her BF of her great trip to The Sale but the BF had better news, more sales darling, more sales. The Ben One sale was oh so 2010!!!its all about looking fab and entering a fabulous 2011. Feeling enough miserable and after a cup of the fabled herb tea, the HW headed back to a house, which was never a home.