B-Log

Malls today are fish-markets given a useless makeover. The makeover has made the stores snobbish while losing the personal touch they provided back in the traditional markets.

While walking into a Titan showroom in a mall here in Ahmedabad, I was a little sceptical that I’d get an indifferent treatment. More so because I wanted to get my watch fixed (a pin in the strap had to be replaced) which didn’t belong to that brand. The salesman first refused, following the rules given taught to him. The manager then approached, happily decided to make an exception and charged me the usual fee. The people there did not make me feel as if it was a favour, but as if it was one of their duties they were delighted to perform.

This experience would certainly earn recommendations from me.
That’s winning a future customer or rather customers!
It’s just not about how you treat your existing ones… It’s also how you manage to create future ones.
It’s not just the product but putting in the human aspect into creating and selling it.

Writing obscure, cryptic, intelligent sounding stuff is quite difficult. But then again a thousand monkeys with typewriters would be able to achieve it atleast once in the book that they write, i.e. if they do.

Therefore, with the assumption of me being slightly (if not a lot) intelligent that our ancestors, I try my hand at it every now and then. Just like those canvases with colours splashed on them, all of them titled “untitled” (may be they forgot to specify a filename while saving it!), hanging around a snob art-gallery.

My efforts are like random snips with scissors on a piece of paper, and everyone tries to make sense out of those random shapes. If only those snips could be on a folded piece of paper, which makes an enchanting snowflake when unfolded.

But then again, who cares to fold the paper anyways!

I think if we learn how to patiently handle kids, handling adults would be cakewalk.

But what do you do if you feel like a kid stuck in the adult world?

Now they will be taking “preventive” action and saying why didn’t we ever think of it?

Now they will be minting money giving “exclusive” coverage.

Now they will be treating them like objects that were “never alive”.

Now they will be blaming the “foreign hand”.

Now they will show their “deep regrets”.

And then tomorrow all shall be forgotten.

Scarier than anything.

Oh you say some of them are meant to die. So are we. Aren’t we?

May be we should accept our death with the same casualness. May be we shouldn’t mourn either.

We are all the same.