The disease runs in our blood! We can’t help it, can we?

 The euphoria of being in a place where you spiritually and physically belong is just breath-taking. A place where our happiness lies and a place where money does count! Yes its the contagious shopping aura which makes every woman jump with joy!  There is this concept that, use what you need but while shopping the “wants” also becomes the need. And when its with the 50% off sign, our hearts are filled with mere gratification, aren’t they? The mind starts pursuing oneself to purchase the unwanted too. To me, its like a drug. Like a magical wand which swirls round and the hocus pocus starts, that is why I pity my poor darling mother!

  May it be the mighty Sunday bazaar where the demands are willingly answered, where every “Pathan and Khan baba” is our bargaining friend. The mirth of being in that place is invigorating and energizing! Looking around there’s nowhere where I can not see a mother sorting out for her baby daughter or a friend purchasing for a dear pal’s birth day or a girl trying out the funkiest t-shirt! After a week long await of a Sunday the bazaar is displayed on, it rouses my senses of bewilderment and it revives my soul when I enter that bee hive and start going through shops. There’s this sale where the sellers shout and hail us, where all the buyer’s hearts are filled with contentment. My favorite is the madness the place involves. The populated ground is an absolute sight to be witnessed. It’s like you’ve entered the war zone! I have had a top-notch closet with all the Sunday bazaar clothes. In fact I have my own little library of Sunday bazaar books for just 40 to 50Rs in very worthy conditions. That’s not bad, is it?

 It’s like the coal mine, the more you dig the more you find! Living in Karachi, it’s every one’s duty to visit Sunday bazaar. And for me, in my life it has always been there when my cupboard’s situations went poor!

  

 Or may it be the posh Hyper-star (Dolmen Mall 3) where most of us can only dream to shop. where the aroma is warm and welcoming, where there’s the show of classy branded stuff and where I’ve always dreamed to walk in with a loaded credit card and pour my heart out by buying whatever I like. It’s just the last weekend when I went there. By god! It’s a heavenly place, for such a shopoholic like me, theres no word which can describe the feeling of nirvana when I entered that exotic mall. Just describing about it makes me want to go there again; the first time when I entered “EGO” and gazed at the exclusive collection of clothes, it brings a sparkle to my eyes when I rethink of that place. My dreamy eyes couldn’t stop gawking at the slender posed shimmering slippers.

 

 For all women whether we are Christians, Muslims, Pakistanis or Americans. Whatever! Shopping is the thing which unites us. It’s just not about wasting the money as some men think, it’s about owning the trend. It’s about getting to know more things. I shop excessive and that is why I know it is not as easy and simple as we see, it is about getting the right thing with the right amount of money. It’s about the choices we make! What we shop is what we wear, and what we wear tells a lot about our choices and class!

As it is superbly quoted by Marcelene “the quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.”

 Cheers!

Maria Sadri