A Wednesday- Market.

Markets are usually related to women, as they are the mammals with this extra shopping gene in them. However, this blog is not about any typical market. But, instead, it is about a normal weekday vegetable-fruit market. Yes, we all have some kind of experience with them. I too am a regular visitor to this Wednesday market since my childhood and I have many fond memories of it, some of them I will share here.

On every Wednesday, I used to go with my mother to buy vegetables and fruits from this market since I was a kid. Earlier it was a different feeling going to the market, as my aim is to get the biggest balloon which my mother had to buy for me otherwise she knew I would not let her buy the most important things "fruits and vegetables". So, in order to get the fruits and vegetables at the cheapest cost we usually left our home after dinner around 9:30 or even 10 in summers and at 9 to 9:30 in the winters. And of-course our first vendor or the thing which we buy was my biggest balloon. I remember the vendor soon start familiar with us as we are his regular customer and he tied the thread of the biggest balloon over my wrist. Afterwards my purpose to visit the market was over and I involved myself playing with that balloon until my mother finished the toughest job of buying fruits and vegetables. I said toughest because my mother had to bargain with the vendor, than select the best material and third & most important to take care of me. Yes, all at one time. I remember there are time when my balloon burst midway returning to home & I start crying to put pressure on my mother to buy me another, which she always did...she had to.

That phase is gone now and today I visit that market twice. The purpose of the visit too changed. I have grown up now. Now, no more crying or pressuring my mother to buy me the balloon. No, I do not buy those fruits and vegetables that is still done by my mother though. Now, I actually visit the market much before our standard time. Along with my friends I actually roam around the happening part of the market where all the girls are which is quite a normal change. But, the surprising element in this is I never visited this part of the market when I was at the age of playing with the balloon. I was happy to be with the existence of the balloon rather than chancing my wish to visit that happening part. But, I guess it wasn't worth at that age...isn't it? Anyway, this part is known as the CP (Connaught place) of our weekday Wednesday market, all because of the presence of opposite sex. Yes, this is the part where one finds every kind of apparels, cosmetics and other household items. My mother too visit that place to buy little household items. But, she never ask me to come with her which makes me wonder weather she understand I won't be satisfied with just a balloon or she deliberately kept me away from that pleasure.

The second visit now is more of a responsibility. I have to hold the bags full of fruits and vegetables and walking behind my mother from vendor to vendor. Not surprisingly that balloon vendor is changed but surprisingly the new vendor is stand exactly on that place where I used to buy my toy. This part is total waste for youths as there are hardly 2-4 girls or else you are actually coming prepared to buy fruits and vegetables only. During winters, this section is like a punishment to you. When I denied my mother not to come, as I am little tired she pulled my leg by saying... "jab biwi aa jaaegi to use mana kar k dikhaiyo", to which I have no answer . Moreover, I failed to understand the logic or reason behind this statement. What will my marriage or my wife do with my tiredness? There are times when she was ill and my father took that impossible responsibility of buying fruits and vegetables with me, which proved chaos in the end. At times we over buy them due to cheap rates or under buy due to over priced items. Moreover, going with papa means no toss n turn of head, I have to concentrate on fruits and vegetables not on the opposite sex. Nevertheless, in total I love to go there more with my sweet and lovely mother. And yes, I am waiting to say no to my wife in front of my mother just to show her I can...