As I write this, Gouri ma is lying on her bed, measuring tape and instruction manual in hand, wishing her inches away while plugged in to the new magical inch minimising Smart Sauna.
Makes me wonder, is tele shopping network the modern day panacea for all evils?
Ask today's junta. While prayers offered to Gods in earlier days consisted of asking for good health and wealth, we've now progressed to include flawless skin, good hair, flat abs, winning Miss India and a chance to make it to Page 3.
And while Gods are easily placated with coins, coconuts and hard work, the tele shopping network claims to make you wish come true, effortlessly, just as long as you send along a nice little cheque.
And what wishes can your money buy?
Take your pick. A one minute slimmer that'll get you looking like a baywatch babe, the magical mini sew which will turn you into Martha Stewart, the ab king pro that gets you a six pack with no effort at all, the car scratch wipe that'll make your beaten up Maruti 800 look like a racing car etc etc etc.
Honestly, could God ever match up to all that?
