If you think that I’m needlessly worried about dating and being off consumption not mixing well, let me tell you about the last time I brought up being off consumption on a first date.
It started off as a typical first date.
After I picked her up from her place, we had dinner at Salt Water Grill and watched the latest Hollywood blockbuster at INOX. It was a little after midnight, at the coffee shop of The Oberoi, that I brought up the topic of my ennui with the brands + media + retail triumvirate.
I told her that I hadn’t watched television for almost a year; she talked about how she watched CNBC-TV18 for three hours every evening.
I told her that I was about to give back my office car; she talked about how she had spent ten minutes in a traffic jam speculating about the marital status of the man reading The Economic Times in the chauffeur driven Mercedes next to her.
I told her that I hadn’t “shopped” in almost six months; she talked about the little black dress she had seen in the Marks & Spencer shop window.