A bottle of water was warranted. With Swine Flu and H1N1 and such other terms being bandied about as though they were some designer saree patterns, brand consciousness in bottled water occupied prime mental space.
A ‘reputed brand’ ( Roughly Translated To : often heard of / seen on TV ) was the lowest common denominator. But the bottom line was the ‘advice’ from the missus : ‘Kinley or Aquafina’. ( And no, we do not have any stake in Coke or Pepsi. Even if we did, it would be an examplar of ‘minuscule of minuscule’. So.)
In some time, Kinley was spotted. Or so it appeared. Walking away happily to a satisfied missus was a mouth watering proposition ! But when the missus ‘advises’ on a specific choice… well…hmm…exercising of a little care is a natural disposition of every married man, except ones with suicidal tendencies. And that’s still not in the horizon. Yet.
A quick check.
And sure enough, it was not Kinley that nestled in the palm, but Kinglay ! Ofcourse, it was not bought. But sure enough, there has ever since been a burning desire to meet the chap who coined this name. ‘Kinglay !!’ Huh !
This was not the first time that these kinglays confront pour souls like me. And neither was it going to be last.
Well. If adidas talks of “Impossible is Nothing” adimas brings it to the forefront !