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Overheard conversations, or better say EAVESDROPPING!

Eavesdropping is one of my favorite hobbies, I tend to do it everyday. So here are some snippets from the conversations I overheard one day while I was on my way to my aunt’s house.

I overheard two rag picking kids fighting over a worn out pair of shoes thrown at the garbage bin in my locality. And here is what I heard:

“It’s mine, I saw it first”
“So what? I took it first, so it’s mine”

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Two rag pickers

Strolling along some more distance I overheard a teen talking over phone to her lover, perhaps.

“You know na baby, how much I love you. So why are you doing this to me? Please don’t breakup. Let’s talk about this”

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Teen talking on phone

Travelling along some more length of the path, I came across a fat middle aged lady trying to bargain with the vegetable vendor.

“Bhaiya, how much for the Onions?
“Only ₹30 a kilo, Madam”
“How much will it cost for 3 kilos?”  asked the fat lady intending for a discount, though the cost for 3 kilos was obvious.
“Madam, you can take it for ₹85”
“But bhaiya, other vendors are offering cheaper price”
“Madam, I can give it to you for only 82, and not less than that because there would be no margin profit left for me if I offer more discount.”
“Okay, and how much for these Potatoes?”
“…
    …”

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Woman bargains with the vegetable vendor

I walked past the place and after advancing some more steps I found some old men smoking hookahs and having their  conversations, which goes like:

“These days the society has changed a lot. Isn’t it? Nowadays people don’t participate in social gatherings, rather they try to socialize behind mobile screens. God knows what they find interesting there!”

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Some old men smoking hookah

And others just nodded their head in affirmation.

P.S. – This post is for The Weekly Challange

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Why I don’t shop at PALIKA BAZAAR

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Palika entrance

Palika Bazaar, situated at Connaught Place, New Delhi, is one of the finest place where one can find various kinds of commodities right from safety pin to electronic gadgets; from caps to footwear; wallet to trolley bags; pirated CD/DVD’s to Xbox and PlayStations; at a very cheap rate. But only a buyer hostile and experienced enough at bargaining can purchase all the items on the list and yet manage to sustain the warmth of his/her pocket.

Last year, my friend Alok and I went Palika to purchase a belt for me. Here is a snippet from the tête-à-tête we had with the belt vendor.

What’s the cost of that one, bro?” asked Alok pointing towards the brown belt kept on the middle of the lowermost shelf.

Only Rs. 600. It’s made of pure leather, see! nothing happened” replied the vendor, crumpling and stretching the belt very casually to it’s limit.

What! 600 for such a petty belt? Insane!” retorted I.

Let’s leave” insisted Alok. And then we began moving away, assuming that he would initiate a negotiation.

450? That’s the last bargain” declared the vendor.

No, Rs 50. If you are willing to give it for 50 then give or, excuse us” demanded Alok.

Haha! Is there a “C” written on my head? What kind of bid is this, brother! Also the wholesale rate is much higher than this” he retaliated derisively. “See brother, we keep the finest of the finest items you would ever come across the whole Palika, so there’s no option for a deduction

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Inside view of Palika

After a pause of 3-4 seconds, the vendor on sensing that we ain’t gonna agree on a deal to that amount, he perhaps thought better to cut some price.

Okay 300! only for you, as you are insisting so much, and that’s final

60?“commanded Alok.

Hehehe What Sir! Are you kidding me?  You aren’t even trying to agree on an agreement. At least come to an agreeable price, Sir. Come on now, say your last deal

60 ONLY, that’s our final price, you want to give or not?” said Alok boldly. And then we again pretended to leave.

100. Is that okay?” requested the vendor.

70

Okay 80. Neither yours nor mine. Come on, take it” he said hastily packing the belt in a poly bag, and handing it over to us.

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So, by this a hectic deal came to an end and, phew! I was glad that we made it. It wasn’t possible for me to buy that belt at such a cheap price. I would’ve ended up making a deal of 300 or so, but it was Alok that I was able to buy the so called “600 belt” at only 80 bucks.

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I used to steal ‘things’ from a general store

I don’t remember exactly when, but it was the time when I was in 5th or 6th grade and I with my other two partners-in-crime would go to a particular shop in ‘Visti para‘ where an old man, in his late 70’s, used to be the grocer, for which we took the advantage and steal things from his shop.
HOW did we steal? and WHAT did we steal?
Just stroll on with me to the next 200 words to find out.

“Uncle, can you show that pen”, pointing towards the direction just behind him.

“This one, beta?”

And the moment he turns to reach the pen, the other two would get ready to clear the things kept on the counter while one of us kept him engaged.

“No, no, uncle that pen”
“This?”
“No, just beside that”
“This one!”
“On the left side, the purple one”
“Okay”

So what things were kept on the counter? Ah, my mouth still waters up when I think about those delicious ‘pastries’ and ‘dilkhush‘ and ‘khasta biscuits’ and those sweet ‘buns’. Yeah, these were the petty things we used to steal. As I mentioned earlier that he was in his late 70’s, so it took him time to do the job. And by the time he turns back again we would already have grabbed some of the packets of those ‘petty things’ and hide it under our T-shirt, sucking our stomach inside making space enough to keep those packets safely, without getting noticed. (That was silly, I know!). This became our daily routine and we were getting better off at this day by day.

“What’s the cost?”
“ONLY 30 rupees, beta”
“Hmmm… nice stuff, and the price is also resonable, isn’t it?”, I retorted with a tone of sarcasm in my voice.
“That’s one of it’s kind, you will never find the fine quality of ink used in it in other pens”, replied the shopkeeper.
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“Okay uncle, keep it, we don’t have the money”.

And then we would run to some safe place and finally, divide the eateries among us and relish our success.

Those were the days when these small successes made me happy and brought immense pleasure. And now when I am a grown up, I realise that those fun providing moments were called theft, serious theft.

I sometimes think that I must visit that shop once again and should apologise that old man.
But… Naaah, why apologise for the crime we never did, as he never got to know what was missing from the counter. So why be sorry for stealing ‘nothing’.