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The Medical Shop

I am a bad shopper when it comes to buying sanitary napkins. For years, I used the brand which Mom recommended in our home town. Then guess what? They stopped making that brand of sanitary napkins. I was stuck now. I never knew what else to buy. There was this huge struggle at trying all possible brands newer, cheaper or more advanced. I am not a tv watcher so i never understand what comes in new. A chemist shop is so crowded that it is not a place to browse thru variuos coloured packets. AT a supermarket, some vague salesgirl is trying to palm off some equally unheard of brand. I am wondering if the stuff is made in hygenic conditions. So i keep trying and almost always never remember which one was a good one on my last buy. Then we had a new medical shop opened by two young looking brothers. They were smart, knew their medicines and what the medicine did and spoke in English. Sometimes English is my comfort language with strangers. I can't talk about the brands in Gujrati or Hind

Ad = Advertising

Child came from school and told me Mamma it is Bharat Bandh on 8th may. I asked her what was the source of her information and prompt came the answer that there are hoardings all over . My child, all of eight years, thought this was such a big thing that's why they were hoardings being put up with the Bandh information. This was the misleading ad of DLF IPL. Some time back Matrix a mobile phone company which promises to give lower rates on international roaming said in their ad...A cheap Indian phone company blah blah. For long no one noticed it and it was ok. People like me who notice these things and are upset, do not know how to proceed in such matters. I was not even ok with the ONe Day mataram tagline. Please , cant our creative guys leave a few national things sacrosanct. The ads are so weird with their promises. The children cant distinguish the reality from the fiction. The teachers are teaching some real out dated stuff. Hindi book has a depressing story about death. The H

The National Flag

Till now,I had only held the National flag made of paper. That too after I owned a car, the Indian flag was bought on Republic and Independence day. The children at the traffic signals who were selling the flags were so adorable and that is about as patriotic as I got. Post marriage, the husband made sure we all saw the republic day parade on tv. That was about it. Then on the day of the World cup finals all my patriotic instincts were awakened. After we lost the first two wickets of Sehwag and Sachin, for me the game was over. I decided to take the children to Shivaji Park to play. It was a quiet evening, and I saw a couple from the building also stepping out. I barely know them and in India we do not say hello to strangers. I still thought of them as not interested in the game , just like me. Shivaji park is actually a stone s throw away from where we live. As we crossed the road which is pretty difficult to do with children on other days, we were stunned. The by lane which leads to