A tale of the unraveling panel

I must admit that with my days turning into minutes and the prompts of Day 13 coming before I finish sending off the post for Day 12 , I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.

This is a typically colloquial Indian English phrase which I think is a literal translation of a phrase in one of the local languages.

Indian English is English spoken in India – it is quite different from English English and American English. That’s really the beauty of English ,a language that has the ability to morph and adapt to different locales and demographics. Thus even though all of us speak English , we don’t all speak the same English!

I’ve observed that the more things are the same , the more they are different. For instance take something like service. Now all over the world it would seem that service means to offer a facility. But all service levels aren’t the same. The more I travel the world, the more I realise how blessed I am to be living in India.

[tweetthis display_mode=”box”]Despite the poor level of education the service levels in Third World countries are often amazing[/tweetthis]

A stitch in time

This morning, for instance, I ran out of the house only to find that a seam of a panel of my top had unraveled. Logically it made sense to return home since I was only four floors down in the  lift .

However, neither patience nor logic have been my forte  and I decided to go ahead with my plan of picking up Wow Dinga from school .

As I came down the hill, tried to ignore the unraveling panel that was beginning to look more and more like a flap when I passed the tailor’s shop. Suddenly it struck me that I could pop inside and ask the tailor to fix it .

And that’s just what I did. I went inside and asked the tailor to run a quick seam while I waited inside the trial room. There for five minutes I watched images of myself multiplying . I was aghast at the multiple layers of fat and was trying to suck in my stomach. There  was a knock on the door and my garment was handed back to me!

It was done. Five minutes and no charge!

I walked out with a smile on my face  for the prompt service accorded to me .

Now is this kind of a service available anywhere in the world?

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A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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4 Responses

  1. RT says:

    You are so right – no place like Asia for service.
    on a separate note – what is going on with the look and feel of the blog? Why does it look so odd?

  2. Shilpa Garg says:

    Wow! That’s some super quick service. Impressive!!
    I have experienced this as well. I wanted the strap of my laptop bag to be stitched, but the shop was closed. Next I went to a parlour and the lady there casually asked me why I was carrying an empty bag. When I told her the reason, she took the bag and stitched it herself. I was speechless and she did it free of cost too.
    God bless such people and may their tribe increase!

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