Nurungukal..2..conyd..

       They visit your house once in a way and never the same person repeat it  . That too in the afternoon, when we are refreshed after a siesta and open to receive visitors. The other day my door bell rang at about 3pm.I was just from bed. When I opened the door a girl of about twenty greeted me with a broad smile and introduced as a sales trainee of a marketing company. My first reaction was to excuse her and shut the door. She might have guessed my intention and softly said that she wanted only to introduce some new items which will be of use to the kitchen and started opening a big black bag which she was with much difficulty balancing on her slender shoulder. As I was about to refuse her offer my wife appeared at the door which gave the girl a ray of hope and spread out one or two items which she claimed as new in the market. She sat on the veranda and started a mock demonstration of the products claimed to be essential items in a modern kitchen. Her presentation, I could see had gradualy influenced my wife, simultaneously alerting me the impending danger of upsetting my monthly budget. As the dialogue between the two proceeded she pulled out more items from the bag and I was convinced that she was about to prevail upon my wife. I made one or two attempts to dissuade my wife from a deal with feeble arguments, which the girl cunningly over came. As I was about to leave the scene accepting defeat, wife came out with a bunch of hundred rupee notes and as a triumphant trader  marched off with two pieces of the so called new gadgets.  But I was sure that they will soon find a place in our dust bin like most of the former ones.

       As I came back to occupy the easy chair the girl had reached our gate, throwing me a smile, she left confidently looking for her next customer. I leaned back to the comforts of my chair thinking about her smart trainer.

       Dum dum dum pee pee pi !!!