THE NEXT LEVEL OF CLASSIFIED ADVERTISING HAS ARRIVED!

There was a time when we waited for Saturday/Sunday to come,pulled out the supplement of Classified pages from the main newspaper,individually went through every ad depending on our requirement, zeroed in on potential sellers of products/ services and then the mammoth job of calling them began!

Since in a classified advertisement,each word was money...thus the description many a times of the product/service was brief and insufficient to arrive to a decision.

So then it was over long conversations on phone calls trying to get acquainted with some Mr. Sharmaji or Mr Varmaji and then his product as you tried to comprehend the condition of it based on his description only to get a shock at the end of it when he quoted his asking price! What a complete waste of time and money it was and the bad taste it left when at the end of the day what we were looking for was not to be found or was out of the allocated budget! 

It would be a day or for that matter days that we ended up wasting on this whole circus but to no avail until something exciting happened in our lives that changed our perspective and approach towards the whole subject of "classified pages"! 

MY HAIR STORY DIARY: THE BIG CHALLENGE (PART-I)

Dear Diary,

The week-end is nigh and I have made no plans so far. I'm just not in a mood some how. This afternoon Shalini's invitation card for her marriage arrived. It's to take place on 4th March and being her good friend, I must mark my presence to celebrate this big day with her. With just 10-12 days to go,I should have been upbeat about it...but I don't know what's transpired in between! The big fat Punjabi wedding that we had all long been waiting for is finally happening! I had my outfit stitched especially for the occasion but I've suddenly developed a cold feet.There's an undercurrent of confidence and it's nothing to do with my outfit...could it be something to do with my appearance? 

O well yeah, it is! The comb that lies on my dressing table speak a thousand words.It has become a residue of falling hair...a tell-tale sign of my stress-levels hitting an all-time high! It can't be ignored. 

I can't cover my head on the wedding day nor can I wear a scarf. I don't like the idea of visible hair strands on my clothes becoming a talk of the town. 

Something has to be done about it. The problem has to be nipped in the bud. But how? 

[Ting Tong] I hear the door-bell ring. "Could this be an answer to the question that's lingering on my mind all along?", I ask myself.  "O, let it be. Let's attend the door bell first", I say to myself.

Man at the door: There's a courier for Ms. Sonaal. 

Me: O, yes that's me. Thank you (Lost deep in thoughts,I give him a clipped reply,sign the delivery sheet and take the parcel)