But like all nations go, there appeared to be a bit of  “more equal than others" attitude among the P3Ps as well.
The Mumbai P3Ps put on an air of being a wee bit classier: just that their clothes were a little more skimpier and more showy in every sense of the term than their Bangalore counterparts. But they were at home, striking a conversation with just about anybody. They seemed to know everybody around them.

Metrolife couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation.

Just check out this:    

"Hello dear, you seem to get prettier every year," said one well-heeled lady. "You nasty  thing, you promised to do lunch with me the last time we met, you didn't turn up," said another greeting a friend. 

As the store overflowed with special invitees from Mumbai, there was no dearth of Hinglish. Yahaan bahut hot hain, A/C nahi hain kya, wondered another middle-aged woman, who seemed rather over-dressed for the occasion.

The crowd must have made her claustrophobic. And they all shopped in bulk. "I want something that can cover up my bulges," one woman was overheard saying to her friend. "Wish even kurtis had straps," said another.
If only wishes were horses...

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