Story 17

Subuhi was getting ready. Weekends were the best part of her life. Rather the only part of her life ! From a very small age, she had understood the basic equation of her life : her every need was a necessity and they were supposed to be fulfilled. So she never bothered about the quadratic equations both in life as well as in maths paper. She was happy with her fashion anthology and she made sure that the Gucci's, Jimmy Choo's, Blueberry's were in place. And this weekend was definitely not an exception to that.
Brijesh was the new departmental manager of Tristara, "a shop in a mall", which ensured 5-star shopping experience for the customers. Like any other Indian kid, Brijesh did his MBA from a pretty good B-school. The degree gave his B.Tech a boost, that's what his peers said,  and taught him the finer nuances of " selling a product". The basic thing which he understood during his two years MBA stint was, the sole reason why people survive or earns to survive is to be contribute and be a part of this consumer's world which depends on the major C of commercialisation. And it's all about selling it to the consumer which matters. This line of thought got him a decent job at Tristara. As he got ready for a hectic day, he saw their loyal customer Mrs. Subuhi Duggar getting out of her car. Brijesh smiled. The consumers and the providers are just two sides of the same page as Brijesh got ready to welcome his customer.
As Subuhi walked towards the shop, she smiled to herself. The Donna Karen bags were going to be added to her wardrobe and, her day dreaming suffered a momentary break as this kid approached her to buy a packet of incensed stick. Disgusted she literally stamped the little boy's foot and went inside the shop.
The boy hung his face down. He was just 5 rupees short of buying a kite for his brother as he cursed his luck. But the world was to engrossed in commercial existence than to think about a kid and his love for kite !