Let Communism take over

My town is smallish and there are quiet a few tycoons who adorn the town. Blue blooded news print owners, estate lords, latex dons marry each other and has a fine breed of sophisticated, delicate, i-have-never-ever-been-on-public-transport-ish kinda people in the esteemed gene-pool of the town. And the funniest thing is that, the town shops, pedicures and borrows books according to tiers in society. Its a we-don’t-cross-each-others-boundary attitude. And for me there was never a situation till very recently, to intrude into their walls.

And it is quiet annoying when they look down on us. 2 weeks ago, i went to a very famous saloon, 'famous' coz of nothing other than the fact that the society ladies think that it is the only place to visit to keep up their dignity, or their nail structure or whatever. There is nothing wrong with that. They can afford the exorbitant prices. Good for them. But then, isn’t it the fundamental etiquette of a business woman to be pleasing to her clients, whether they have holiday homes at Manali or if they go for vacation to Greece?? Or she least bothered about lesser mortals and all she cares about is the right mixture of genes to adorn her chairs???Anyway, let us come back to the point. I went to this saloon to check out what the town oohs and aahs about. The owner thought it was much below her decorum to do small talk with me. She was too busy gossiping to a Page 3 aunt and i was just an insect. She did what she is supposed to do as if it was a favor to me, didn’t take much interest in my suggestions-though it was "MY" hair that she was styling and when she was done, ran away as if she wants to forget the whole episode. The point is that, i didn’t go their for a charity. I was dishing out cash. Hard earned cash, and not what my great grandfather saved so that his not-so-great grand daughter can cruise around on skodas and wax her legs in deluxe saloons. I sat up late nights to pacify irate clients, did excel sheet work for my manager that i dont really have to do and broke my head over issues that gave us nightmares for weeks and worked on many a weekends.. So dont i deserve decent attention too???? No, i am not telling that the lady should discuss with me about the polish her newly acquired rock or about the lettuce not being fresh at the bio-fresh shop they visit. A pleasant manner is all what i am asking for..

A tailoring shop also taught me that, cast system can never be demolished fully. The employees there, gave me a full check- head to toe. And detected that, i am not a visiting niece of the Sector-A families nor was i married into one. So according to their cardinal rule, I could wait. A damsel jumped out of a shining Chevrolet about half an hour after i arrived and announced that she has a train to catch and hence needed preference. That is none of my freaking business if she has a moon bound rocket to catch or if her house is on fire. But then the lady at the shop, went about with taking her measurements and totally ignored me in spite of my protests.. Yeah, the big news is that, the whole town is married to each other. SO if you cross one of them, be rest assured that they can close down the shop or worst; open it to Tier 2. Goodness. Never again i am going to the shop. Oh yeah and if you want to know how the kurtha came out??? It is definitely going to inspire me to never ever gain weight, even by a millimeter. Because if i as much breath in the said kurtha, i can stretch the seams..

Sometimes, communism makes a lot of sense.. Do you get what i said????????