Whatever may be the impact of globalization, it has created certain ‘look-alikes’ all over the world, despite the fact that the nations the world over could still be divided into developed and developing and underdeveloped countries. What used to be the monopoly of the rich and the upper middleclass are no longer so. Apart from television and phone, which used to be owned only by the rich and the upper middle class, even the vehicles are owned by the people of all classes… it is no longer bicycles for the ‘rich’ among the poor, motorbikes for the middle class and cars for the rich! On top of this, we have the all-in-one shopping malls which are making their presence felt and giving those who are on a shopping spree an immeasurable delight. They don’t have to prepare a shopping list before stepping into these malls or carry a few bags with them. Their ‘journey’ begins from vegetable stalls and end up in textile cabins or jewellery section. The average person does his job quickly by restricting himself to vegetables and provisions—some of them indulge in window shopping! But, all said and done, there are those who still prefer the retail shops which give them ample opportunities for haggling over each and every item they buy. The owners of the retails shops are smart enough to spot out the ones who bargain and raise the prices two or three times more than the actual rates. Such a customer would ask “how much is this?” “Forty five rupees/buck” the owner would answer casually. “That’s too much. I’ll pay twenty five”, the customer would be emphatic. “You are a regular customer and I don’t mind the loss. Ok, make it thirty”. The customer applies the same strategy for other items as well, much to the delight of the owner. The ones who do not bargain get the same items for a lesser price, but the ones who bargain derive an artificial pleasure from the deal; something you cannot dream of in a shopping mall!
Author: P U Krishnan
First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first. View all posts by P U Krishnan