She: Darling. How is this color? (Shows a saree)
He: You like it?
She: You tell me if you like it first.
He: Yeah. Looks kind of good.
She: Ok. We will see another one.
He: What? You don’t like this?
She: You know something? You have got a horrible color sense.
He: Wow. That’s very comforting.
She: How can you like that color? Look at it. It’s orange with green border.
He: So what? It would go nice with your color.
She: You know why I asked you? Because always seem to like colors which I don’t go good with me.
He: Well. Even the army selection test for color blindness seems better now.
She: (after 20 minutes of saree checking) Honey. Are you bored?
he: Oh....actually no. I am enjoying this whole attention thing?
She: What attention thing?
He: Look around dear. I am the only male in this whole shop. So every other female is staring at me. What say?
She: (pointing to a guy at a corner) What about him?
He: Let me guess. Isn’t he paid to be here?
She: And him? (another guy at another corner)
He: He robs me. Because he is the friggin owner. He collects money from me and gets to be with all the hot chicks in the shop and the ones who come here to shop. What do you call that?
She: So you think that the chicks in this shop are hot?
He: (realizing that its gone other way) Well..you see....I was presenting you his perspective.
She: And that is?
He: Like...he finds these chicks hot. Obviously you know my taste in woman.
She: You like Tanushree Datta and Devayani.
He: I NEVER liked Devayani. I mean who in the world finds Devayani hot...except of course her husband?
She: Your friend said that you had a notebook with her photo in the front.
He: I also had a notebook with Ajit’s photo on it. What does that prove?
She: Hee hee...which means you think Tanushree is hot?
He: Tense Tense dear.
She: What tense?
He: Use past tense. It is THOUGHT and not THINK. That was when I was single.
She: Hmmm. So you like this color? (shows another saree)
He: (looking bored) Don’t bother. Either way you won’t like it.
She: You seem so fruity. Why is that?
He: We have been here for what...like 2 hours? How many sarees have you selected? Let me guess.....how about zero?
She: We women take time. Haven’t you gone out with your mom to buy saree?
He: That fate was reserved for my poor dad. He would practically look like a sheep walking to the slaughter house when accompanying her to the saree shop.
She: Hmmm...so you feel the same way?
He: No No. I am talking about my dad. It’s ok. Do you realize that as of now we men are the weaker sex and not you?
She: Why is that?
He: See around. You will find so many shops that sell stuff for women. Saree shops, Cosmetic shops, beauty parlors, Chudidaar shops. Brands like L’oreal and Garnier which are like stuff that only Ambanis and Birlas can afford. In addition to that you can wear jeans and T-shirt also which seemed to the only thing that we men could tag along with.
She: So what is that my poor husband is trying to prove?
He: That you have so many choices and we have none. The only thing you have spared us are the useless and step-and-trip dhotis and devadas kurtas.
She: You forgot something. We have a version of Dhoti and we call it skirt and I think you must be living in mars because you forgot that we also wear Kurtis.
He: Hmmm…lucky you. So you like this?
She: Actually I like that one (points to another saree which a women nearby is examining)
He: Tell me something? Why do you women always seem to pick clothes that some other women seem to like?
She: That is totally false. Its’ not like that.
He: Ok. Let me refresh your memory cells. Remember what happened one month before? You almost grabbed the saree that the women next to us selected and went to counter. The women looked at you as if she was witnessing us landing from spaceship. Thank god that they had a spare saree of the same color and they gave one to her.
She: See. The matter was resolved.
He: Imagine if they had run out of stocks. Then we would have had a tug-of-war with that woman and her poor husband on one side of the saree and you and me on the other.
She: I know we would win. My husband is strongest.
He: You seem to like me now. Wait a minute....is this saree costly? That’s why you are hitting on me?
She: Nothing that you can’t afford (whispers price in his ears).
He: (looking bewildered) ok. It’s ok if it makes you happy. Can we go now to the counter?
She: You forgot something.
He: What now?
She: I have to collect another to go to my friend Shamili's Bday.
He almost faints as she walks to select another saree.