i hate money, or rather the lack of it

You are standing on the sidelines, thinking, should i or should'nt i. and then you take that one fatal step. You step out of the beautifully air conditioned office, who cares if the office is decorated worth shit, it has air conditioners. They help you breath. You dont feel the gratitude while sitting in the office. Something hits your face like a hammer. you dont feel much, you cannot. The hair all over you body starts to burn and curl up as if you are standing in an inferno. It most definitely is HOT out there, but please pay no heed to mr. Nelly. Do not, i repeat DO NOT take off all or any of your clothes. You will only die of exposure. The other option is slow death, at the hands of the heat. A man thinks what hell would be like. The sweat your body gives off to keep you cool evaporates even before the glands can push any out. The realisation that you have got NO CAR dawns upon you with the heat of a thousand suns, you cease wondering and start trudging towards the nearest shade, only to find it occupied by enough people the body heat of those people could start a bush fire of its own if they were let loose in the bush. cant start a bush fire without a bush now can we. Amidst this chaos that reigns supreme in one's mind, one realises that one has been talking to one's ownself in the third person. "Man it is hot today, i think you should buy a car now, cant go on like this for long, cant go even a furlong anymore".
however in all this gloom, all the stupid idiomatic dark clouds that just arent there at that time, there is a silver lining. Women!
we happened to leave a client's office right next to liberty market, at about 1.30 pm, high noonish, sun was at its playful best. brows tightened and creased, cheeks reddened with anger, frustration, flustered by the sudden onslaught of amazing nuclear fusion fueled heat, eyes sightless, ears drumming with the last sounds of blood rushing past the tympanic membrane. Tounge stuck to the top of your mouth, no saliva there baby. And that was when we layed our eyes on God's greatest creation to date, WOMAN. All this confusion and there they were, in all calm like little secluded lakes. All of them, out SHOPPING at a time when even the shop owners were reluctant to sell. They were having the time of their lives. Laughing, cheering about how they got the best price possible cause the shopkeeper was too dehydrated to resist their battering. The heat seemed to simply bounce off of them, how can a man resist such strenght and beauty, and intelligence. to come out to do something that you like at a time when you like, at a time that the opponent is at his weakest. The women all over this city are natural generals, right ful heirs to San Tzu and his art of war theories. At a time when all is bad, hair is burnt, cars over heat, air conditioners give up, roads crack, the ladies can put on make up, wear stilletos and walk the walk and talk the talk. Bah! chauvanist fools! Man's world, just beware all corporate people and other important fools, just beware of the day when a woman finally decides that she has shopped enough for the day, that will be the last day you sit in your plush sofa behind your mahogany desk pushing your expensive pen. it will be the revolutionary day of the much awaited coup, and your thrones will be slid from right under you. The only problem that might arise from all this is, that as soon as she takes over the office, she would want to shop again, you have to do something about the decoration you know, it looks like rat lived in here for a thousand years! and frankly cant have any doubt about the rat part anyways.