Ms. Sophisticated

As I sat staring out the window in the local train, I was as reflective as ever. Looking at the other ladies' in the compartment. The (relatively) sparse afternoon traffic was always interesting. I had always imagined myself in a glowing capsule, somewhat above these 'others'. So that I could detach myself from the petty squabbles, the nonsensical chatter. I would sit erect,smiling beningnly, almost benevolently at these 'ordinary women' who would openly express awe at the heavy looking book in my lap. As I walk on from the station to my humble dwelling, I saw this huge crowd just outside the newly built galleria. It seemed posh. Not even opened yet. I could hear the excited chatter of "Kareena Kapoor hai baap" and "Kya lagti hai". I smirked mentally at the nincompoops who stalled their lives to deign someone who is really just as ordinary as them. Hah! I was too proud to even turn that way and kept walking, feeling pretty smug about the sophistication I had. As these two gigling girls passed me, I could barely decipher the excited "Hrithik... hrithik...". I managed to keep my head straight, but the feet had suddenly turned to lead. After all, Hrithik...!!