| Namita |
Posted
on 06-Aug-01 04:00 PM
Warning: There might be some undesirable words for the prudent ears of some pious people.
All right I waited for the whole day for somebody to post interesting stuff. I think anybody who has a life is on vacation. Rest of the mortals- we are just schleping ourselves into the great land of livelihood. So, here I am. But, I was in New York, yes the "greatest city on earth" over the weekend.
(I am trembling in my boots for the verbal attack now from my genuine friends of this site, that "Mrs. Namita" went to New York! Too bad I am not bahun otherwise it would have been even easier for them to vent out their frustration.) Ok, where was I? Yeah, I was in New York. You know I did the usual stuff. Woke up late, had brunch in a place where a friend of ours had recommended (sorry I forgot the name of the place) and walked up to the Times Square. Isn't it mesmerizing - I mean New York? Mesmerizing but not in a soothing way like if you are watching stars in a total silence stretched on a cool grass way. You are mesmerized in New York with a feeling of urgency, chaos. All these flashing lights, giant size billboards - everything in a supersize. I shook off the hypnotic state of my mind and looked for a Victoria's Secret. It is a long story which is best left unsaid. No, no nothing kinky at all! I had just forgotten to pack my under garments. That is all. Well, well, what do you see there?
Bizzare of all bizzare. I know when you are going to shop in a store like victoria's Secrets you won't bee seeing monks with their praying beads. There were monks of different sort praying all right different kind of gods holding not the praying beads but bras hanging from their thin arms. Women were standing like a manequin showing a bra and a matching underwear, posing! Strategically positioned! I don't recall seeing this before, but I must confess I have not been to a Victoria's Secret for a long long time. These women who, every single of them happen to be thin and petit by coincidence, were standing there nonchalantly as if it is the most normal thing to do - standing in every entrance dangling what I said before, dangling from their arms. Do they do this in every city? Or is it only, you know a New York thing? I must say my husband got really scared. He just did not know what will they do next. Would he find a real naked woman as goes deep inside the store? Is there going to be a peep show for all the men at the end of the shopping? Are their more surprise stored for village bumpkin like us?
I bought the stuff and left as soon as we could. After nearly two days, after the big hangover I got from drinking in Hudson (btw i have heard it is the coolest bar , the happening thing in New York, a must) I am still thinking here in my office - what was THAT?
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