I’d heard a few months ago that the nephew was going to take part in the "Young Entrepreneur’s Contest". Among other things, this meant his team of 4 could learn the basics of sourcing, inventory, estimation, accounting etc. As part of the contest, they were meant to set up a stall in Dubai and man the booth. I was agog with excitement and much to his embarrassment insisted on seeing photos of him dressed up in a suit and standing in his booth.
He refused point-blank and allowed a photograph of himself to be taken at home and sent to quieten his aunt. I goggled and sent him an SMS that he probably hid from his cool teenage friends about how grown-up he looks and all that. Another aunt of his tramped up to his booth to encourage the young entrepreneur. This aunt took ‘Aunt-pride’ to a new level. She lived locally and gathered all her friends and extended family and arrived early in order to make them buy stuff from her nephew’s stall. She kept pulling him out from the crowd and gushed about how proud she was of her little boy and how tall and dashing her young entrepeneur looked. He said the upshot of the whole thing was that, the busload of people who accompanied this aunt bought a lot of things they did not need and ‘helped business along’.
When asked about the whole experience, he looked visibly grateful that the young entrepreneur’s contest was over and behind them. I was excited to learn that they’d made decent profits, and learnt that it is ‘quite hard to bargain with Chinese traders’. He went on to say "We pretty much landed up buying more than we wanted from these people chitthi. They reverse bargained us!".
The conversation was going well till my sister came and shoved something hideous at my face. I recoiled in horror, yelped "GAAAA!" and toppled out of my chair. Hardly the thing that folks fling in your face when one is admiring the young entrepreneur, what?
I told her so, and she said that the thing she had showed me was what she was forced to ‘buy’ from their son’s stall, since they wanted to reduce inventory and the Chinese trader who sold them that refused to take it back. I totally identified with the Chinese trader (although, why he procured it in the first place beats me)
This is what it is. Just in case the message is too subtle, it is a skull phone, and when the phone rings, the eye sockets glow red or blue or something.
Why on this earth, one would buy a phone that resembles a skull beats me. Oh! The horror of picking up the receiver when it rings.
I just let the nephew know what I thought of his skull phone when he told me that they had procured 4 pieces of it and 3 of them had been sold. I can’t imagine anybody willingly spending money on that kind of thing, but again, what do I know? I would have predicted 0 as the number for skull phones.
"Chitthi! Relax – we all have one in here you know?" he said sagely and pointed to his head.
Wise words from a profitable entrepreneur indeed, but I still made him put the phone away from sight.
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I did! My poor Sid and his skull-phone!
Jashi….keep this phone safely dee!
LOL at the previous comment! :–))
I am scaaarredd. but you never know, kids these days ;–)
Thanks SK 🙂 WE better be prepared a few years from now huh?
Well, I was so stunned!! 😀
Have recovered now to say that that is the single most ugly instrument I have ever seen!!! LOL!!! God help us…people actually wanted to buy this thing!!
Well….people paid for it, but it is teenage boys who asked for it!
Imagine….having that horrendous thing sitting in your living room!