After have gone to a place like Sarojini Nagar Market for shopping, by the time I reached home I felt like I just finished playing all the 90 minutes in a football game. You will be tired as hell and not to mention the bunch of bags full of items you have bought during the time. If you are an extrovert and an active person, it won’t bother much. But a person like me who is a certified lazy guy, it’s a bit too much.
Sarojini Nagar Market(S N Market) is the biggest market place in India. New Delhi has lots of markets scattered with in her. Since she had been the favourite spot for capital for almost all medieval empires, especially “Mughals”. But SN market was not built by any Maharajah or Emperor. It was built to cater the needs of residents in those area, mainly government officials. It was set up during 1950 as a local market. Today this is a heaven for anyone who is looking for budget shopping.
The kind of crowd that pour into SN market made me terrified of the place. I don’t usually like crowded places. Usually the sense of “ being crowded” for us, in India, is entirely different from Europe. Since I was born in India where the probability of finding a non crowded place is like none, I could deal with small crowds. But here the size is in-apprehensible for me. Here people fill in the place like water during a flood.
I stopped at the gate of the market, contemplating my decision to go to a place like this.
You still have time. Go back. My inner-self called out to me. But I wouldn’t listen. I planned it accordingly or at least that’s what I thought. I have to to sneak in for some purchases and would be out like with in 30 minutes. How hard could it be ?
I let my self in the market. The crowd baffled me. It was slithering like a python on a branch of tree, slow but dangerous. I pushed my self into the crowd. I tried to follow the person in front of me, who is doing the same with the guy before him. It was exactly like a football(soccer) game. People push you around all the time. At last I reached my destination without any body parts missing.
It was another scene altogether in the shop. There was not even space to place a foot. The shop was crowded like there is no tomorrow. “How am I going to reach out to the guy in the shop ? This was a mistake.” I blamed myself for this decision. I tried to call out to him to get his attention towards me. But no luck there. I passed a look around me in fear. People are trying to push each other to get to the counter, seemed like a battle going on there. It was too draining, physically & mentally, to be there.
“This is a nightmare, get out of here, you don’t have to be in this cacophony. You are not cut out for this, this is too much for you”, my mind keep reminding me. Suddenly two guys started pushing each other. One guy was asking why is the other one pushing him, like the one asking is not doing the same thing and then escalated into a fist fight. That was my cue, I scoot from there immediately never to look back. To hell with the shopping in India’s largest market place.
I reached home. I put my feet on the table laid back on the sofa. Now, this is wonderful. So calm and quiet. I took my phone and searched for the shopping apps in the play store, No more outdoor shopping