Fab India & Fantasy
The waiter brought bottled and sparkling water
Smrita encouraged her to order from the menu, Viveka ordered a coffee
The waiter brought plates and guided them to the snack buffet, which looked like a wedding spread
“I don’t eat sugar. Its so bad for you. If you could stop eating one thing. You should give up sugar” smriti advised
“Ufff” Viveka sighed audibly
“Oh I love sugar, I am going to take my chances” she chuckled pushing up her glasses
Viveka helped herself to 3 sweet things and and a couple of savory things
Smrita helped herself to some crackers and cheese
“Have you tried contacts?” “You don’t have to keep pushing your glasses up the bridge”
“Is there such an invention” Viveka wanted to ask
But kept it polite “I love my glasses”
“Most people in academic field wear glasses. Itna padh lete hain” she sounded exhausted
“Hahaha U can say that” Viveka laughed huskily
“Were you really sick?”
“Yeah for almost a week”
“Raanav has not been in town so”
Viveka never expected to be coddled so that comment was unnecessary
“Thank u for making time” Smrita carefully observed her eat, to her chagrin, Viveka used the fork very deftly to breakup the brownie
“they make great coffee here” Smrita raised her mug
“I like it too” Viveka smiled pleasantly
“What do you do in your free time” Smrita gently swept up the foam from her upper lip
“I don’t have much… I am waiting to hear or I shud say waitlisted for PhD at IIT Kharagpur, I frequently write in journals that will let me do that (chuckle) I help Ma around the house, I watch movies or read books, or grade tests”
“Your mother is not able to do much”
“Oh God!! Pleez pleez pleez, let it be true, let her be handicapped in SOME WAY. I promise you I will dial down my cattiness” Smrita threw a prayer up in the air
“Oh no, she is I mean she works, she is in the running to be a Program Director at an Engg. Company”
“Oh? Ur Mom works too?” smriti tried to be flippant
“Umm.. yeah”
“They’ve been to your home?” Viveka looked confused
“Oh yeah… Or maybe I cant remember” Smrita laughed like champagne glasses again
“Are you going to be leaving Delhi soon?” Smrita asked casually
“I was hoping to, I really really loved the IIT’s program structure”
“Oh”
Viveka began to explain the details, she took a good 20 minutes to talk about what excited her
Smrita could barely manage a “uh” “umm” “Ohh” “Really” “Nice”
She had no idea about the subject neither did she love reading, nor was she educated
Satyen had paid for grooming schools in Paris and UK so Smrita could fool anyone but when it came to real meaty conversation she had nothing to offer
“It links directly to the work with crafts people” Viveka finished
“Do you like fashion?” Smrita wanted to change the subject
“Oh yeah totally… I love handloom and hand spun and hand knit things, I usually buy from art cooperatives and self employed womens’ NGOs
“there we go again!” Smrita thought “No match here either
“You don’t care for brand names?”
“Umm.. Fab India?” Viveka nodded proudly
“WHAT did Satya see in her?” Smrita sighed in her head
“Do you want to ask me anything?” Smrita offered like a recruiter
“Umm… actually… I don’t know”
“Go ahead don’t be shy” Smrita tried to put on her best condescending face
“Umm.. maybe you can tell me what you do?”
“ME?” “U want to know?”
“Hmm”
“Umm.. Oh I do too many things”
Smrita listed 25 things, between charities she was in the committees , to high profile celeb clubs and “young women self confidence leagues”
“You know young women these days they don’t know how to dress how to talk, how to conduct themselves”
“Oh?”
“Oh yeah”
“K…”
“I mean the people we know and the people we are friends with are not regular folks. I help their daughters feel good about themselves, you know, raise their self esteem”
“That’s wonderful”
“Yeah… the mothers of young men are looking for well groomed, stylish, fashionistas, and connoisseurs of food and travel, be able to speak with the media, give tours of the homes, put events together, going to college and getting an education gives you nothing” Smrita summarily dismissed ALL of Viveka’s 13 years of studies
“Wow” Viveka nodded amused
“I mean these young women will eventually bear the children and the names of these scions you know”
“I get that… oh yeah” Viveka nodded
“They cant just be any body… right?” Smrita gently inserted her disapproval
FINALLY! “IT CAME” Viveka leaned back and exhaled
“I totally agree” Viveka sipped her excellent coffee
“they go out during the day when husbands are at work, they easily end up spending Rs.5 or Rs.10 lakhs you know”
“Everything helps the GDP” Viveka nodded with a poker face
Smrita had no idea what GDP meant, off the bat, she usually got a “refresher” just before Power Engineers & Technology’s earnings release every year (she didn’t bother giving statements to the media after quarterly earnings 12)
“It’s a huge responsibility” Smrita’s expression was grim she proceeded to explain for the next 20 minutes about the “important roles” women in high society play
“Plus I bet it helps them manage their own careers”
“AREY They DON’T need a career” “they study to stay busy, I mean study undergrad”
“Oh”
“Well of course one of our… I should say she is MY best friend, Mrs Pooja Rawal, have you heard? They own a chain of hospitals?”
“Yeah” (basically skin lightening and botox and other such cosmetic stuff)
“Their daughter Annika Rawal is a plastic surgeon, she doesn’t need to practice”
Viveka sighed
Smrita had no understanding of why women choose to work
“What I am trying to say is, you know it’s a different league” Smrita leaned back and smiled
“Raanav is so busy, I was surprised he found time for you” she smiled and giggled the usual way
“He drives up to see me at JNU when he is in town” “he is is a rare person u know, both my boys are. Too focused too successful no wonder they are stuff fantasies are made off” She did a demeaning wave toward Viveka
“That is funny” viveka was genuine amused Smrita would speak in such hyperbole
“Oh I am not joking, Raanu my younger one used to be a model… I mean he gave it up after Satya my husband pulled him into this annoying fiber optic thing”
“U think modeling was a better career trajectory?” Viveka muttered trying not to smile
“I mean… think about it, nobody can give him that much popularity
Viveka was dumbfounded
This woman was choosing a ditzy career for her smart son because he could be a center spread
Holy cow!!
“Do you.. I mean?” “U”
“Yeah Mrs Parashar I am in love with him” Viveka spoke softly, blushing a deep red☺️
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