Today I went out for the weekly grocery shopping. I decided to try out the one who offers goods on a lesser margin.
Like all the desperate middle class middle aged men trying to save a rupee ( and in te end burn an extra ten rupee on petrol) I went to a renowned shop in the neighborhood. These guys ran a chain of grocery round the city. They quickly rose to fame and renovated the interiors to get the swanky feeling. I ran into some of my colleagues in the shop. I was amazed at the way they had beautifully arranged their stuff.
Needless to say it's not easy to compete with the Big Bazaars and Mores. But these small scale guys have held on to their share of market, much to their credit
I took a look around and saw very tiny kids dressed in white overcoats looking so famished, listless and tired. They were the 'executives'- fancy name given to sweatshop workers.
Most of them sweat it out morning till night only to earn a pittance. Some years ago when Kerala was unfriendly to business ventures we never saw these faces. Sadly we have become 'business friendly'