Kala
walks, hawks and talks like an expert vegetable seller now. But if you make a
list of their success rank, he comes last. There are very serious quality
issues about his vegetables. ‘But how will I purchase better quality if you don’t
buy these from me, giving me some profit so that with the money I can get the
premium class,’ he says. Well, he has a point here and makes some sense in this.
To help people to give him more profit he generally overprices his substandard
veggies.
He
is from the village itself and more successful ones are migrant Biharis who visit from the town. So he
brings personal touch in the bargain. He shouts people’s names also after the
list of his items. He would shout your name for ten days at a stretch. If you
never even say ‘no’ and stay hidden in your house, it doesn’t affect him. The
next day he would call you with the same sweetness. He called me for ten days
and I kept hiding. Finally my own conscience reproached me and I came out of my
hole like a crab from the seaside rocks. I could see his triumph for having
drawn me out. He gave me his severely substandard bananas at eighty rupees per
dozen. At the city you get very good ones at sixty rupees only. But then you
have to pay extra for being specially addressed by your name by a hawker.
His
vegetable-hawking song went like this: aloo, piyaj,
tamatar, bhindi,
tori, ghiya, kheera ... suppee (this one for my name Sufi). It
sounds like he’s selling suppee along
with the vegetables.
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