Things went quite the usual way with the mandatory pleasantries exchanged even though their smiles were as plastic as a Barbie's smile. You would never find a Barbie not smiling..similarly you would never find these people without their lips stretched. Perhaps somebody should tell them that any idiot would be able to decipher whether they are smiling with their eyes or lips. Probably they need more training in the art of faking!
A lady who may have been in her late fifties and sitting right next to my mom turned to her and asked " so Mrs.A how much do you have to pay the maids in your locality?" My mum very innocently said that she did all the work on her own and therefore did not know how much they charge. The old b!%(# turned to her other pals and exclaimed with a smirk on her face as to how hardworking and smart Mrs.A was. Hardworking because she did all the work and smart because she avoided mingling with such 'low-standard people' by doing all the work by herself.
I turned to mom to catch her reaction..she was so pleased by the comment! My misery continued for quite sometime with various questions about the car we owned, "which part of Delhi ?" and so on.
Another thing which I thought was very irritating about all the people sitting there was that they all spoke as if they were all acting in a play. Shakespearian language and too much of aahhss and oohs at the drop of a hat! Seriously...unbearable!
Weeks later, I happened to see the old b!%(# in the church. I smiled like an idiot for reasons which i am still in the process of figuring out. She however refused to recognise me. When i told mom about it, she reasoned by saying that probably she didn't see me! Probably i should start thinking like my mom because despite all that has happened now or in the past, she has remained the same innocent person she has always been and it is something hard to find these days.
Kudos to mom for the beautiful person that she is!
P.S. I need to learn a lot from her.
