er eyes were grey in colour. It made a riveting sight for me since grey is not a colour that you associate with kids’ eyes. Yellowish grey is more like what her groggy eyes looked like. A crumpled sheet that looked more of a hybrid between a boy’s shirt and frock was covering her excuse for a body. Her hair was bronze in colour and in between those highly jumbled up strands were huge chunks of dirt, a gift from the endless lines of vehicles emitting some of the most poisonous gases.
Her eyes ( yes again I will come back to that same feature which captivated me so much) -so high was the melancholy in those small eyes that all the tears that I shed for my silly sorrow seemed an insult to that kid. She was selling ear buds on the roads of Bangalore. Of all the items, why ear buds? She was selling it for 5 bucks. A packet of 50 ear buds for Rs. 5. It got me thinking as to what will be the amount of profit that she might make out of selling such a strange product in the middle of the road. Just imagine the little angel banking on - the upwardly mobile yuppies of bangalore’s corporate maze - to stop their cars and bikes to buy a panacea for cleaning their ears. Yikes, I can already see the lady in the red colour Maruti Swift smirking in disgust at the very thought of cleaning her ears of the yellowish orangeish sticky substance that is for some strange reason produced by her own beautiful body.
Anyways the girl did not study consumer behaviour, finance or sales, for her to know what would sell and where. It was the lucky folks like us who never need to use this knowledge who end up getting the education. Hey is that not strange that whatever we learn, we hardly need to put to use whereas people who need to desperately use this kind of knowledge, never end up receiving it.
Some thoughts these are.. and my dear readers, I am not trying to find answers to these questions as I think that there are not cut and clear answers to these intricacies of life. My blog is a medium of raising a few questions and then collectively trying to answer them and not just go by what I say or you say as the final answer. I am getting a bit preoccupied with my thoughts to write any more meaningful stuff ( not that the earlier was meaningful anyways)
So chalo I will stop now.
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