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I am a big fan of exhibitions. I find out exhibitions that are happening around me and I try to visit them. The goal is not to shop really but I like to gaze at the things the vendors sell. The unique way of arranging their booth, keeping their bestselling stuff upfront for the public to see. A few vendors even go off limit by praising the buyer so much that you fall in their trap, especially if it’s a lady. The vendors selling clothes always put away the lines like, “Madam this colour looks perfect on you. It makes your skin glow. Look in the mirror for yourself. I am not lying. Beauty must be appreciated.” And there goes his piece, SOLD.
On the contrary there are also vendors who are so confident on their products that they won’t listen to your pleads whatsoever. I have met these kinds of sellers many times, they are adamant and won’t bargain even for a rupee, even if the customer walks away they stick to their principle.
My recent visit to Mahalaxmi Saras that happened in BKC, Mumbai was one of a kind. I and a friend visited the exhibition late in the evening. Saras happens every year in the month of January, this one is special because people all over from India come here to sell their stuff. This time I wanted to buy a saree, I had a colour fixed in my mind and I knew the kind of fabric I wanted. Light pink coloured saree with a fabric that will fit in and not blow up to make me look fatter. As we were walking past the booths and praising the art and craft my eyes were hunting for the perfect saree. After roaming for 3 lanes, there it was, my colour, my fabric and design, just right for daily wear. But what was not right was the price. I am not very good with prices for sarees, many of the sarees from my wardrobe have been gifted to me so I have no knowledge how to judge the price. The vendor said that saree was for Rs.1500, my first reaction was, ‘it’s too much’. My friend played a pivotal role here, she smiled and said, “I know that is not the real price, please tell me what price will I get it for?” He smiled mercilessly, “Madam, that is the price but I can cut down on my profit and give it to you in Rs.1300.” My friend argued further, “Rs.1300 is still more, give it to us Rs.1000.” Now there was an explosion in my brain, will this vendor come down to that amount! “Sorry Madam, last I can give it to you is for Rs.1200. Take it,” he was still talking in a good manner.
My friend turned to me and asked if I really wanted that saree, to which I nodded with a yes. After 2 minutes of discussion, I and my friend decided that we will walk away and look for the same kind for a better deal, but to our luck, we did not and after a big stroll around the exhibition we went back to him. It was his victory, my friend told me to get Rs.1100 out of my pocket and hand it over to him and take the saree to which I abided. “No Madam, I said Rs.1200, don’t make fun of me,” he pleaded. “No, you said Rs.1100, we found the best deal here and hence we came back,” my friend replied. It was his closing time so, finally, he gave up and we won in the battle of bargaining. My face was lit because I finally had that saree in my hand at a better price.
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