I've been busy these days due to a hectic schedule. As a student, whatever makes me busy, people think that I've been catching up with studies. Is studies is the first and the last thing that could make a student busy? Why can't anyone be busy else wise-obviously with something else which one is not supposed to be doing? lolz...
Anyways, I'm busy with my family business these days. One of the two businesses my dad's been engaged in for about 30 long years. Ummmmmmmmm.......
Dry Fruits and Ladies footwear(CHAPPEL) business.
I've never been anxious of the Dry Fruits business of our family besides the fact that it's the main source of our family income. God's been too kind to us to provide us with adequate returns to the breath-taking dedication and hard-work of my father. Before spending any amount at the coffee shop or the nearby confectionery or even buying expensive clothes from the branded stores, my dad's wordings comes alive that the money I were spending is really hard-earned. I try my hardest to spend my money judiciously, however, I'm too crazy to say that I fail to. Whenever I hear of my acquaintances being sloshed with alcohol or dizzying with the drags of cigarettes, I thank my parents and God, for these things too never make me anxious anyway or even slightest of 'just trying' sorts. They often make me feel that I'm not, at least a nerd experimenting odd things in life, which after 10 years down the line would not be deserved to be called as 'life'. I spend recklessly on eating and clothing just because my dad had once said: 'Acha pehno, acha khao,' means, eat the best and wear the best.
Now, I'm too kind to follow my dad's verdict because it suits me to the best because I'm a die-hard-absurd-fashion-conscious-person and not to mention, a biggggggg foodie too.
It's ironical that all of the uncles and aunties to my farthest of family relations say: 'Eat yaar, dry fruits walo ka beta hai' just because I'm having a physique that doesn't reflect to that of a son of a dry-fruits' owner, as it's thought to be due to a silly-but-useful-misconception travelling for ages like a superstitious belief. Those who own a 'food' shop never falls short of a nutritious diet.
This was all about my first Dry Fruits business.
The other small business is just too amazing just because of a unique language they use for the numbers of the foot wears. A local shop in Central Market working on selling concept- different sizes that fits into the feet of same women. Whatever fits the customer is defined as the final size, on which no further arguments are fostered just because of their language that goes off the head.
Besides a unique language for numbers, gradually they develop languages that classify the customers whether or not they'd be willing to buy. Whatever I could learn from the labourers there was just too amazing to adapt for fun in the slang language-Chokas means best, sole means bad. If the customer is making it hard for them to sell the shoe, they'd announce readily that she's sole, and obviously the customer thinks that they're probably talking of the sizes. If ever they see a sexy women approaching to buy, all would just eye on that every sales person who's attending that lady and would be whispering 'chokas'.
All these languages are too mast to adapt to the slang.
All this for today- I've to rush to attend the shop!!! lolz...
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