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Lousy laughter


Aroma of ghee evaporates from the tikki and pani puri stall into the noses of the guests. It is under the beautiful red and white colored tent. Rectangular board reads in shimmering light “ENGAGEMENT of…….”
Then enters the woman in her mid thirties, she is draped in maroon sari with sparkling stars over it from her appearance it appears she is not well off relative of the host. Her hair is rough. The grey strands have been dyed to orange with henna.
The moment she passes along the group of affluent middle class women. The laughter erupts on the face of that woman while they gossip about her attire and classless sari.They all are dressed in the designer saris and suits. Following gossip takes place.
Woman A: hey listen next time I would gift you this kind of sari.
Woman B: excuse me.
Woman A: how can anyone wear such saris at the night? chamcham. What if I were to visit your home wearing this kind of sari?
Woman B: I would chase you down.
Who says UPA did not achieve anything substantial? The same middle class that was weak and fragile pre 1991 today has become affluent giant. As Rahul Pandita says “people while eating French fries, criticize Dr Singh, forgetting that it is because of him they are eating French fries in dominoes.”
The middle class kitchen shelves have now proudly replaced mustard oil dabbas with olive oil jars. Green tea bags have replaced red lable. Cornflakes and other ready to eat meals overflow in their kitchens.
Among so many things middle class can afford now, laughter is one of them. They only laugh whose stomachs are filled. Starving stomach never laughs.
This is why those middle class women dare laugh at the dressing sense of the woman who cannot even afford the laughter. How can she laugh?
So let’s talk about the woman in the lousy sari and her life in contrast with women with laughter.
UPA did not empower her. She still consumes mustard oil bought from kirana store. She still drinks leather waali chai.
She is one who attends parties to fulfill societal obligation of living in the society. Not for flaunting off her new dress, footware or elegant jewelry.
She wears cotton bra with broad straps, which does not fit her well, thus leaving her breasts shapeless. Affluent class now wears strapless bras or transparent strap bras. Branded bras make their breasts appear ample. That’s why their breasts are proud and her shameful.
Her skin does not sparkle -calcium, vitamin deficiency is visible from her sheen-less body.make up merely means applying bindi,laali –lipstick that’s it.
She does not read Cosmopolitan or Femina .In fact she does not read at all .that’s why she did not counter laughter over her.
She still is the passive partner during intercourse. She does not perform sex; she surrenders to it. She does not know that women around the world have started acquiring top positions in both bedrooms and boardrooms. For her husband and her sex is not the luxury, it is the temporary refuge from the harsh life.
Her talks are ordinary, she talks food, money, electricity bills, etc. while they discuss cholesterol, gym timing, club hours etc. she is underweight. She will never get lifestyle diseases like diabetes etc.
She is not aware of feminism 2.0 has given voice to already vocal women .echoes of women empowerment will never reach her doors.
By the way all the long middle class shouted for inflation problem. Those who really suffered never raised the voice, as nobody listen to the weak voice.
Congratulations to boastful and arrogant middle class you can now afford laughter.

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