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Thursday, November 17, 2011 Hiba Moeen 1 Comments


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“Nazia the Vampiress” (Season 2, Episode 2): "Respondents, Credit Hour Chaos & Much More"

Friday, November 11, 2011 Hiba Moeen 3 Comments



Disclaimer: Ok here we go, disclaimer is at the beginningall characters in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone dead, undead, haunting or trying to live is simply a coincidence. Don't start assuming things, try educated guesses . . . if you still fail and relate them to real life characters, you are not a loser, you are just trying to live your life and letting others live … besides, your Thesis/Research Report might be playing tricks on you after completely possessing you, you are just a sad, bad, fad data collector.


All these vampire and non vampire friends stepped outside the library in utmost disappointment since it hindered their study plan thanks to the obnoxious librarian who generally didn’t seem to show any respect to any teacher or student inside who would have come to discuss their projects and sign language had not been taught in the school yet. He was now just in the vampire victim hit list but Nazia and Scrooge had an argument about who should impale him first and that Nazia’s idea of a gas chamber would be better for these humans at least.

“His existence makes me feel angrier than you, that’s why he’s my victim!” exclaimed Nazia

“No! Cats and rabbits must live in harmony on campus, he has to be mine …” argued Scrooge.

Nazia being in a credit hour, blood sucking distress herself was shocked, “Where did cats and rabbits come from?! Besides you eat cats not rabbits or is it a change of menu?”

“Qwack! Qwack! I see ducks …” mumbled Scrooge.

This was turning into an annoying conversation when Toots intervened, ‘What the hell is wrong with you guys? What’s with this zoo discussion? Respectable vampires are supposed to go after human blood not these innocent creatures!” said she.

“Oh well, well, well … leave it to the me, the one, the lovely, oh … the, the, the … werewolf!” spoke Shazia, “oh because it’s Friday, it’s Friday and it’s Friday!” she giggled.

Since, a few days or let’s be more precise, since Thesis started Shazia started revealing symptoms of  lunacy often thinking that she was a werewolf and somehow got to have an idea about the real vampires on campus and said she could smell fear and shape shift into various other things, she had been meticulously observing each and everything on campus ever since she and her group did a project on their school a semester before.

“Is Rebecca Black playing tricks on her head or is it her Thesis?” asked Toots
“I don’t know … maybe the realization that this is the last semester so she can afford to lose her mind completely, well as if it was already in place … ever since thesis started she has been biting people and getting away with saying that she is a werewolf.” said Nazia in a concerned tone.

“Aaaaaaooooooooooooooooooooo!” exclaimed Shazia with delight and excitement.

The situation had turned bleak not just for her but for others also by the time they reached their methodology section, some of the potential respondents who had been rude started disappearing from the face of the Earth … why? Because they were in Nazia’s respondent pool and they misbehaved and were rude, therefore, they seemed tasty for what they were … human beings. But those who were very cooperative across social media and beyond gained vampire respect, they were told to be kept away from the consumption among the vampire brotherhood.

“Oh give me a wall! Some of these respondents are Halloween and I am a pumpkin ready to be smashed against the wall!” she moaned and confessed in front of Toots one day.

“Ahhh …well, to hit your head against a physical wall or a virtual wall? Which one would you choose? I thought since your research is about social media you might consider a virtual wall …” joked Toots, “What exactly is your topic?”

“I don’t exactly remember but it’s about the impact of social media in unveiling your true self … you as a brand … our vampiricide (Season 1) that happened a few months ago is a good example … you know coming up with a topic is the most difficult thing to do in this human world.”

“But what’s your hypothesis? What are you trying to achieve?”

“I don’t know honestly … the Lord shall forgive me for the hypothesis shall be devised after the methodology’s passiveness has been dealt with … my advisor still thinks I am a human being even though I have started haunting his email account by now, I still try to pretend that I am more of a human than a vampire … a respectable one in my community though, not like Scrooge munching cats away.” justified Nazia.

Scrooge had been listening and felt the sudden need of adding in his say, “My advisor goes for accuracy, he’s good at what he does, he gave a sample of 10,000 people because he is an awesome man! He’s got experience and we’ve got the sample size … good representation. And he goes for accuracy again, he measures our margins and line spacing with a vernier caliper … not like yours, being content with whatever you have given without a hardcopy submission.”

Nazia who already had a niswar of a day was in fury, after a great deal of passive smoking in the bus and a packet of niswar being dropped on her head by a crow it was turning out to be a bad day, “Yeah, yeah your advisor walks the corridors with a halo on his head, blessing everyone with Harvard referencing virtues, concluding each student with automatic research findings and safeguarding them against the barbeque grilling from the panel yeah?!?!? At least mine is eco friendly, he does not demand stacks of hard copies for reading what I have written and neither does he make me wait for 2 hours before a 10 minute meeting. When he carries an opinion and supports hard work he is even ready to support vampires. And it's never a matter or quantity. Since when did we start comparing advisors?! I impale anyone who has a problem in this case.” blurted Nazia.

“Enough you two kids. Stop it now!” scolded Toots, “Are you going to suck each other’s blood over whose advisor is better or in a worst case scenario CapsLock each other across social media walls? Don’t forget the unity of vampire brotherhood  … so chill, you fetch her some blood, she’ll fetch you some in return.”

Shazia came running again out of the blue, ‘Thesis is a test of friendship too hahahahaha! Plagiarise or plagiarise not, there is no try … ADVISOR WARS!”

“So Nazia whom have you been having for dinner these day?” asked Scrooge.

“Well when thesis is also is a test of one’s temper, I have been having some respondents too for impalement or dinner you can say … for example there was a senior executive from some so called Construction Bank who bashed me when I sent him my questionnaire, his moronic highness told me that I should have asked for permission first before mailing him something in his stupid highness’s inbox and that he would see if he has time … Ever since that night I have not been a consumer of his blood but he has been a victim of rigorous impalement and the poor guy thinks mosquitoes are doing it to him … but I must confess his blood was not good, as bitter as his attitude, he shall face vampire curse.” With that her sharp and beautifully intact teeth reflected light through their smooth and uncanny surface.

Scrooge was curious, ‘Why? What did it taste like?”

Toots interrupted with a mocking smile, “You should know … a bit like iron and but salty.”

‘Ewe! Yuck!” exclaimed he. “Oh well, I can understand, some people while answering questionnaires are not even sure of their gender, it’s better not to waste a survey form than to highlight upon your hybrid gender and yes in a few years there would be a need of a third option.” Replied Scrooge.
“Hmmm … yes … options, you know life is like a closed ended questionnaire, you never know when you might run out of options, next time we won’t restrict people to two genders only or should rather add, ‘I wish not to disclose’, that way life won’t run out of options that badly.” She grinned away rather mocking the findings of the survey, “Hey, by the way do you know the grading break up and how we should be justifying our sample size?”
“I’m not too sure myself and whenever we ask seniors, the only robot like response you get is, ‘depends on your advisor’ … how odd, I had a conversation yesterday.”

 
“Overall it’s just difficult to stay sane. How can people mess up with your survey and not know their gender? Perhaps we should mention in the disclaimer that idiots are advised not to fill the questionnaire or that if you are not filling the questionnaire you are an idiot to have clicked on the link to begin with.” pondered Scrooge.



“Oh common that's rude …” said Nazia almost miserably.



Shazia emerged again like a ghost and poked him, “Hello there!!! Hiiiiiii Scrooge! They are not idiots. That’s because they are genderless or too genderful …zoom! Zoom! Hahahaha!”

Toots was flabbergasted and annoyed at this continuous level of insanity and the situation begged her to say, “I wonder what a researcher’s state of mind depends upon … May God help you before He helps your research.”

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Safar Badnamah (Season 2, Episode 2) “Ramzan & Wonderful People Around: All Those Who Dare to Care”

Saturday, August 27, 2011 Hiba Moeen 0 Comments


After months I happened to go to school in the morning this time but the scorching sun and it’s friend, bright daylight seemed to make me feel too much of a normal human. My mind was too blank to experience anything, inside or outside the bus except the hot engine and it’s  casual way of roasting us passengers around, I found myself consumed by Robin Cook’s science fiction despite knowing that his endings are abrupt and not so good, at times even annoying.

A dialogue that caught my attention as a reader seemed to be well timed, “College is the ultimate selfish experience.” Well, not exactly that and somewhat along the same lines, college does let you recognize real personalities and real faces, it often makes people’s thoughts transparent or maybe you grow up  to feel the differences around you and admire those who ought to be admired. For me college has been one of the best experiences in life in terms of education and getting to understand people …

The ultimate disgusting road experience came again but luckily rain water had evaporated from the post road effects of Cantt Station. Things seemed pretty slow and thanks to Ramzan, there seemed to be no smokers or the presence of the fresh stench of niswar … now niswar always reminds me of my school days when the same stench of early morning (around 6:30 a.m) niswar used to mingle with the cool breeze to result in an overwhelming effect and attack of nausea …

My thoughts, all of a sudden were overshadowed by the thunder effect of a fat woman’s weight! Ok lets use euphemisms here: ‘a disproportionately distributed lady’ who let her bulk down on an almost nonexistent seat … I mean, for God’s sake, know your own weight, acknowledge it and be nice to those around rather than squeezing, suffocating and cracking the bones of those around. I do understand and empathize her ‘fatness’ who tried to lay me to rest maybe for the sake of this last semester and it’s happenings and my victims but all I had to do was forget what I was reading and try to breathe in and breathe out, inhale … exhale … again, breathe in and breathe out … phew, finally it wasn’t long until the bus reached my destination. I collected my remains and my documents (the by product of too much of an academic thought process … ok, mere printouts that is) I guarded with the remaining Oxygen in me and headed for school … I feel sorry for the minds of those who laugh when I call my business school a school, the definition of which is unknown to some.

After spending a few hours before my class and trying to kill time with bird watching (wood peckers, storks and other migratory birds, we do have a lot of wildlife around … I mean most and ‘ALOT’) and keeping an eye on the fruits of our campus trees my sleep cells really tried to play tricks on me in our Finance class, had I been noticed dozing off for a few seconds there was no chance of being spared for a leg pulling session but then … there were a lot of heads in front as shields … 

Since we know it’s Ramzan we do get to see a lot of warmth and humanity other than the opposite extreme of a violence spree we are all victims of these days. There are good people and there are bad people but then bad people can’t kill the good in those wonderful people around. Since, it’s Ramzan, people are seen on roads, melting away because of the heat of Karachi and yet helping others end their fasts on time. What really surprising was that they were even around at 6 doing that … a group of people had cartons of Nurpur milk and other beverages to distribute for each bus. However, it should be meant for those living far away, who wouldn’t have been able to make it on time till 7:05, the rest I feel did not deserve much besides having a duty to fulfill for others around. I knew I would make it till 6:30 so I understood my position as a traveler. The packaging of this brand, Nurpur was quite interesting … it was very cluttered, for a moment it would make you feel it’s a juice brand but then it’s milk. Olper’s on the contrary, has a very striking corporate colour, simple and yet attractive packaging, may be because of the colour, red, that stays on the viewer’s retina for a longer duration. 

But what actually has disappointed their consumers this time is the absence of their Ramzan campaign, Olper’s without such a campaign this month is like a banana without it’s peel. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a banana buying expert in Ramzan and a true customer of big, beautiful, long bananas … therefore, bananas without their clean yellow peels look incomplete … that’s also a form of packaging.


As I was heading home, the pathan cobbler at the corner of the street was being harassed by a beggar woman who was begging him for employment and not money but he was extremely agitated and told her she couldn’t do this job, ‘Forgive me, just go away!’ he exclaimed in fury. Now that woman was the kind of a beggar who has a value addition of being a pickpocket as well, these beings travel in groups and carry a unique eye for your wallets and pockets. But, my friends, there are new ways of begging …

In light of the current violence of the city, thanks to our inhumane, terrorists (a synonym of a politician often throwing tantrums on the phone like extinct and dangerous babies) and idiotic politicians we do get to see barriers on streets nowadays but there is always hope given to the nation by people like those we see on the roads distributing dates and other stuff for fellow Muslims, just to make this month easy for us, they stand harsh weather conditions and uncertainty around.


"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree!" - Martin Luther King

Disclaimer: If you happen to be fat and if you are fat and know that you are fat and accept the reality that you are fat, it’s ok, you may continue doing do but please be nice to those around. Most of us were and will be fat some day so empathies and sympathies are all I have … but the same words again, ‘please be nice to those around’. Thank You!

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"Memoirs of a Diary"

Tuesday, June 28, 2011 Hiba Moeen 8 Comments


I collect memories from footprints of time,
of delight, hurt and sorrow;
where each moment is odd yet sublime.
Words hurt more than physical pain,
inflicted by those who were footprints on sand but utter disdain.

I wait for waves to wash away,
those memories, so profound ...
or wait for them to walk away,
before my heartbreak sound.

As I flip through in front of my very existence,
I wish to have undone ...
Yet  I surrender in front of destiny's persistence,
where words are many but meanings none!

I collect memories from footprints of time,
where people are many but true friends few ...
yet I wait for life to sketch it's mime,
and introduce characters, new ...

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Nazia the Vampiress “The V-Bomb & BDI of Vampiricide” (Season 2, Episode 1)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011 Hiba Moeen 3 Comments



Disclaimer: Ok here we go, disclaimer is at the beginningAll characters in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone dead, undead, haunting or trying to live is simply a coincidence. Don't start assuming things, try educated guesses . . . if you still fail and relate them to real life characters, it’s not vampires’ fault, you were warned already … besides, the author is not paid by VAMPIRES to write this, it’s not paid content my dear, so please avoid turning it into hijacked media … =)

Nazia found herself marooned on an unknown planet though it was technologically equipped since she checked her phone to find an internet connection to her surprise. “Naziaaaaaaa!” somebody whispered her name from a distant corner, just as she turned back she saw a green monster approaching that grew bigger and bigger as it came near. The creature adorned an amused smile when it finally uttered, 

“Let’s go for shopping shall we?!”

“Nooo! Ahhh shiver me timbers! Help! Noooo!”Nazia extracted the words from the deepest pits of her lungs, “Torture me no more whatever you are.”

“Well that’s sad! What kind of a female vampire are you!? Ok then … how about some pet acquaintances?” asked the green monster while producing a Macaw from his bag.
“Ahhhh! G-MOOT-P!!! GMOOTP!!! GMOOTP!!!” said Nazia jumping with joy, “GMOOTP – P!P!P!P!P! P…”

The world seemed soundless and the transmission was shut down all of a sudden with Nazia felt the ground vibrating while she was jerked, jerked off her slumber in fact, “Nazia wake up! What jargon are you using now in your Marketing nightmares again?!” asked Toots.

“I am being haunted by the Marketing Ghost of Past, Present and Future … I am writing down marketing strategies even in these theme based nightmares, and while I was writing them down there as a green monster that came out of nowhere, damn, what a semester!” Nazia slurred off while giving in to sleep melatonin again in her … head … she had a habit of having semester recaps in her dreams and this time she was resubmitting the same project while trying to find eternal marketing peace amidst Kotler and Aaker’s books.

“Hey wake up! What is this G-MOOT-P?”asked Toots in disappointment while awarding a wake up punch on Nazia’s face.

“Oh God! It’s almost midnight we are supposed to be sleeping by this time … Ok, GMOOT means, ‘Get Me One Of Those’, P here means ‘Parrot’. Now GMOOT is an occurrence, situation, rather a mindset which tells you that just because everyone else in the ‘fad’ world is doing something, you are supposed to do it too, quite relevant to social media stuff these days … and well, I dreamt of my dream parrot, it was a macaw, hence, GMOOTP!”

Toots was perplexed at what she was hearing and was anxious that the contagious vampire glow overwhelmed her friend’s identity as to her demanding to be sleeping around midnight, too early that is, but then it wasn’t midnight, it was afternoon and they were in the library after they fled their school’s garden that was embellished with fresh and stinking fertilizer, it acted as a human repellant but had an equal and profound effect on vampires. 

“Oh did you check our school’s new bathrooms?” asked Toots in excitement while trying to strike a lame conversation to keep people interactive.

Scrooge was acting up a bit as well after trying his best to respond to his surrounding situation but in vain, he kept staring and admiring the pen he was holding while thinking about kleptomaniacs and the Czech people’s accusations in mind … that was the government level. “At least he stole a pen not millions at the rate of minutes spent in a meeting …” said Scrooge as thought provoking as he appeared.

“What are you talking about?” asked Faraz, looking equally bored.

“For younger readers, a fountain pen is a sort of metal tube filled with liquid ink (not toner) and tipped with a little piece of gold-plated steel that squirts the ink onto a piece of paper.” elaborated the lost in thoughts vampire, “It’s written by Andy Maslen in his book 100 Great Copywriting Ideas … so this thing I have with me is a pen … it’s mine, mine, mine! GMOOT-P … Get Me One Of Those Pens!!! Curators of pen kleptomania are found in MBA!”

“Hey vampy calm down … are you still high on vampiricide or are these your withdrawal symptoms?” inquired Nazia, now fully awake, “these lines are more appropriate for Generation Z and Generation Alpha, we at least have known the correct use of a pen but still most produce hopeless writing. If I could ever do anything for my examiners I would have tried to be nice to them by improving my ugly handwriting, it especially takes an awkward slant in exams …”

I prefer David Ogilvy’s thoughts on the truth in advertising: “Never write an advertisement which you wouldn’t want your family to read. You wouldn’t tell lies to your own wife. Don’t tell them to mine.” Added Faraz, “Just imagine how people thought drinking Slice and using Lux would make them like her, ‘advertisement bacterial disease’ …”

“Where is this conversation heading from a pen to God knows where? By the way, you vampires were lucky to be saved after that V-Bomb when one of the stupid ones in the vampire brotherhood almost told the government about your existence.” Said Toots in amazement.

“We are lucky to have corrupt people governing us to have tampered products, the Vampiricide they got manufactured for us had limited amounts of phenyl oxalate ester to react with hydrogen peroxide in us, eventually we all could not glow and the situation got consumed by the law of diminishing returns after they got a chance of depleting foreign exchange reserves and pocketing millions on a per minute basis depending on the duration of meeting minutes with scientists”, explained Scrooge, “That means if you have a business meeting with these people for 30 minutes, they would demand Rs. 3 million for the time you took and then obviously you can’t have money and vampires both at the same time!”

Nazia was listening with vigor and thrill when she finally added, “ … but you know what? One of them tested it on herself and got the ‘Cat Cow Disease’ it’s spreading like wildfire among these people only, it can’t affect normal humans or even us for that matter!”
‘What’s a Cat Cow Disease?” asked Toots.

“It’s when you pounce like a wild cat on innocent people and stare like a cow and keep screaming hysterically while being on the verge of biting somebody’s head off, see this is what they become, it’s not an animal, it’s not a human, it’s definitely not a vampire … I wonder what then it is.” Mentioned Faraz:


Just after the V-Bomb, vampires got to be hunted through ‘aggregation and correlation’ online which means that even if you don’t mention your correct name and email ID’s on websites, you still get tracked for the correct information based on other websites used commonly in the past and even current information helped, one can’t type incorrect data everywhere, there is no escape. The hunting activity had been built upon behavioural targeting (based on vampire attributes) after segmenting vampire activities, such as hanging out after fourth time slot classes, taking smokers in laboratories for blood oxidization before consuming their RBC’s and flying ofcourse. ‘Phorm’ was picked upon that is actually the term used to describe behavioural keywords derived from a combination of contextual page analysis and search terms to screen down to the right users, in this case, vampires (curators and producers most importantly).
Toots was trying to decipher what these night riders were trying to tell her, “But what were the strategies and their implications, I don’t get how they weren’t successful and you people lucky enough to survive.”

Nazia shot her amused looks, “See had they read ‘The 22 Immutable Laws of Branding’ or followed the teachings of Al Ries they might have been on the right track and got us dead. Applying extensions and adding too many lines to a brand had them lose their focus while they made sure that government is worst than vampires, they might get rid of us but not themselves. What was the use of diluting the category and introducing repellant for baby vampires, repellants for male vampires and repellants for female vampires and also pills to keep vampire phobia down.”

Faraz’s take on this was even more jargon equipped, “First of all Vampiricide was introduced as a product, however, it had inelastic demand and was very expensive for quite a number of humans, there was hardly any value for money hence minimal value equity, still brand equity started building upon the awareness built and more brands were introduced, for example, ‘New & Improved - Mr. 10% Vampiricide’ … however, category development index in terms of the population to begin with was already low, when new brands were introduced the utility to consume more started diminishing. Now the brand development index wasn’t impressive either as they all failed to distinguish well. Thus, they were marketing and targeting to get ‘indifferent customers’ mostly who saw these brands as nothing more than just a commodity. ”

“Oh my goodness! What in heaven was this detailed explanation was for?” Toots went on saying.
“You asked for it!” said Nazia and hugged her, “We are alive and we are together!”
“Hey Nazia, why did you register for summer courses? Don’t you have a life?”

“Actually during the Summer Semester it’s more peaceful, classes aren’t that overcrowded with female backbenchers discussing their wardrobes and teachers don’t recognize our breed because they are too happy with less humans to teach for Electives while discussing how many passed or failed their course the preceding semester …” Nazia tried to explain, “And just when this stupid unemployment is as it’s peak …

“It’s Monday, It’s Tuesday lalalala, gotta fly, gotta fly!” Shazia barged in all of a sudden with her excited brain cells, ever since an elective the last semester she had become obsessed with Rebecca Black’s song, something Jazz’s silly new TVC seemed inspired from also. And she couldn’t stop counting her Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Ahhh … Phew … as stupid as the song sounds … It’s Tuesday and I’m typing, oh well, I’m typing and typing … because we have power supply on.

“Silence please! You keep the … Silence! Silence on … the … table or leave!” shouted the librarian.

Just when he finished saying what he had to, Scrooge pulled out a straw from his pocket and flaunted it with a huge smile and geometrically designed sparkling while teeth.
“I know it’s a straw … food and drinks are not allowed either, now what are you going to do with it?” asked the librarian who seemed quite annoyed with these people’s presence while adding to the Theory X individual librarians get to be.

Nazia knew for a fact that Scrooge kept his newly whitened canines for occasional moments only and preferred alternatives at times and she couldn’t forget the sweet toothed prey whom they had almost forgotten about  (First Season 1). “Get your vampire instincts ready, you can’t love others until you love yourself.” Nazia told her friend with utmost glee.

They all got up and marched towards the door to leave.

“I will see you tonight then … I have given up on cats (First Season).” Scrooge told the librarian who shot him looks telling him that he was nothing less than being insane.

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5 Reasons Why Shopping is a Torturous Act

Sunday, April 03, 2011 Hiba Moeen 2 Comments


It’s a Test of your Survival against all odds and evens too:

Believe it or not shopping is actually a test of your relationship, your commitment, your friendship and most importantly your survival. Think of tremendously wonderful activities you could be a part of at home than go grill yourself in the already heated oven, yes these shopping malls, no matter how well air conditioned they are  they only appear to be a shoe box which you are trying to escape from. Take cloth markets for example, these would make sure you are properly suffocated with an invisible hand wrenching your throat to make your eyes bulge out into a situation that could turn out to be total darkness … Keep water with you at all times of suffering! The misery won’t be controlled but it could be managed and well … take deep breaths while you are going through slow poison. Those piles of cloth even pass wicked, mocking smiles.

It’s a test of commitment because word has leaked out that husbands too fight for their wives at lawn exhibitions. Whenever there is a painful lawn exhibition, there’s traffic jam around Dou Talwar while their billboards make sure your corneas are fully occupied, translating their colours and designs not preferred to be completely worn by their models … you know it’s hot in Karachi but then garments flowing out of every bone in the skeleton seem to be inspired by ‘designer beggars’ of mausoleums. *Forgiveness requested for touching any nerves of fashion gurus*


It attracts People into tainting Honesty:

If you happen to go with a Baby Boomer or a Generation X, research has revealed that their excitement goes beyond description to the extent of expanding your status of victimology. They would tell you that only 2 to 3 shops would need to be visited, whereas, they end up going to 5 more and doing window shopping at another 5, thus, 10 more in total. The rate of impulse buying is absolutely undefined here, until you are back home it won’t stop.


It makes you more confused:

It makes you ask a question from yourself, “What in life did I do to deserve this?” or “Why am I here in the first place” or “Why am I being brought here? This wasn’t the place negotiated … why are they doing this to me?” And finally the ultimate question overwhelms your mind … “How should I find an escape from all this torture?”

You look around for a miracle but no angels are seen available to help you, if it’s a supermarket you definitely feel like venting your anger out at one of those idiots who hit your ankles with their trolleys of try to find a way out while pushing you away…



It facilitates Gossip and Comparison:

Though it’s not always true but people tend to lend their ears to ‘whispers of fashion gossips’. People tend to talk about what others are wearing and how they could have something better than those people or how nice their stuff looks and they would want to buy the same thing. WHY ON EARTH would you want to care about what others are wearing and why would you want to even relate to others? Is it too difficult to be yourself?

At times purchase decisions are triggered by these silly morning shows and even sillier cooking shows.


The Crowd suffocates You:

Often when coming back home or going to school I am accosted with stationary objects known as ‘indecisive shopaholics’ trying to make a purchase decision over a product while standing in a horizontal line … and THEY JUST WON’T MOVE! They won’t clear the path for you to walk at your pace that you had maintained towards fetching transport. And they still don’t move!
Secondly, the rate of increasing crowd with respect to occasions would rather make you want to be either at home or your school or at work in case you are blessed with it.

Shopping or rather being taken for shopping makes you promise yourself with all your heart and soul to never let anyone do this to you AGAIN, however, proof of victimology reveals that you would fall prey again and again and again …



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