Mall, Malls and Malls..!
So?” I asked. “Get a new one!” “But why should I? We don’t know yet whether it’s a major repair or just a switch gone or a short circuit!” “But there are so many good ones!” “This is still a good one,” I said stubbornly, and we lifted it to the other room, where a mechanic came and repaired it for six hundred rupees. But my driver wasn’t convinced, even as we put the set back in my bedroom, I could see that he strongly felt I had done wrong. Done wrong to whom? Maybe to the malls lined through the city. “Sir, “ says the mall owner as he stands outside my home with all the other mall owners in the city, “We have brought the police with us!” “I have not committed any crime!” I tell them, though I do see my driver at the back of the crowd, and wonder how many pieces of silver he’d got, to reveal I had an ancient set in my house. “Keeping an old set, will be disastrous for our economy!” says the same mall owner as the policeman nods, “If everybody does what you do, nobody would spend and we would have to shut down!”
“What have you done with his money?” asks the policeman sternly. “What money?” I ask. “The money you stole from the mall owners by not buying new TV sets, and washing machines, fridges and iPads?” “Spent on my children’s education!” I whisper. “You have deprived your children of a forty inch screen, harassed them unnecessarily with education all with money that should rightly belong to these mall owners, you are under arrest!” says the policeman as he leads me away.
It is with a deep sense of guilt that I am led away to the police station, and as I drive past the malls again, I look away guiltily, “Scoundrel, “They shout at me, “Stealing our money so you could educate your children, scoundrel..!”