GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 269

There was a mountain of saris on the counter. The ladies were rummaging through the saris on three sides, and on the fourth, stood a hapless salesperson who looked like the speaker of the Bihar assembly with the budget session in progress. Madhavi grabbed one sari and tugged. The sari, like Hanuman’s tail in the Mahabharata, remained ‘unmoved’. I whispered to Madhavi, “You see the bhabhiji in the scandalous pink outfit. She is at the other end of the sari.” Madhavi looked at her competitor and then hesitated for a second. I whispered again, this time with a profound sense of urgency, “Have you forgotten that your records in discus, javelin and shot put during your college days still stand unbroken? Are you going to allow a ‘pink’ bhabhiji to maul your reputation?” Madhavi, a resolute look on her face, pulled with all her might and the result was instantaneous. Bhabhiji lost her balance, the sari regained 50% of its freedom and Madhavi had notched up yet another feat – snatching a sari from the grasp of a bhabhi. Madhavi is not merely a great shopper. In the arena of bargaining too, I have yet to see a more consummate 269