Its been my favourite past time to sit in a place and look at people. As in what they wear...how they walk...how their face is at that moment...stuff like that. You just thought, "Oh please ! Joblessness of the highest order." It might be but people reading is truly fun.
And like the famous quote circulating the Internet....true tears and smiles are seen at the airport.
It was a diwali mela and that means it was filled with families and people from all walks of life. I saw lots of families...mothers pulling their kids through crowds...yelling at them....trying to control their movements and finally succumbing to handing them the tablet or a mobile. Their husbands excusing their wives and running to nearby food stalls to enjoy snacks by themselves.
You had teens who were all standing googly eyed...smirking and stealing look from boys around them.Boys stumbling around for attention.Girls flicking their hair around.....using their peripheral vision to spot boys .Guys acting all cool with pants barely hanging on their hipbones. School performances....students dancing to songs and would give Katrina kaif a run for her money with their 4 minute dances. Phew....I remember having that kind of energy.Now I break down after visiting the loo. Years....they haven't been too kind. Now being a teenager ,seems like it happened a million years ago.
The you have that one guy who is good looking but has no brands to show off.He is walking up and down the crowd ...working on that smile. He smiles at anything and everything with lipstick on.I saw 15 yr olds going hihihihihi just because he stood and flashed a smile and walked off. These guys arent gutsy....they wont come up to you...they are those creepy men who like to try their luck on whoever and whatever.
You have the desi fashionistas.They have fabulous makeup on...fantastic outfits and are looking through all the fake jewellery stores and ...and...whatsapping. They are chatting with friends in the middle of humid stuffy place.How do they do it? I couldn't hear my own thoughts and I was screaming," Uncle pour some more chutney..this isn't enough" at the top of my voice.
Then you have me...dressed in semi casuals...who is walking around with her snack plate , all by herself and looking at ppl.