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Santosh & I @ The Forum & Big Bazaar

Who would have thought buying CD's at The Forum or Big Bazaar would be an issue! At The Forum, there were no Moser Baer CD's. The other brands were too expensive or available only in packs of 50 or 100. I bought a CD pouch instead. Big Bazaar was worse. After being redirected from one floor to the other, we finally figured it out for ourselves that there were no CD's at all.

We had also planned to buy curtains for the door and windows. Too expensive @ Big Bazaar. We ended up returning home only with the pouch. I had to bribe Santosh en route with a chicken roll for giving me good company.

BTW, The Forum is a beehive of activity nowadays. Is western-style aggressive marketing here to stay?! Most impressive was a young girl -must be a college goer- trying to cull people from the crowd and asking them to come up with impromptu, nonsensical performances. Our young friend meanwhile blabbered all the while why Aquaguard was the greatest invention since sliced bread and why you are a criminal if you endangered the life of your family if you walked away without buying one. I'm sure she could have just as easily launched yet another sermon had I asked her to enlighten me about the various types of quarks and their role in the Microwave Background Radiation (MBR)! Some people can talk...and talk well.

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