Well I am going to make my
first trip to the mandi and sell Jute, yes; it is a 100 odd Kg of Jute (one
quintal)
I was told by a farm help who
was going to accompany me, that we would be setting off at 0530 hours as the
market is finished by 0700 hours, and the market was an hour away
Dday -1 , in the evening
the Jute was all retied and packed tight to make it market ready , the job took
a good 3 hours and plenty of sweat like everything in life,
So I hit the bed early
preparing for my adventure, and at 0400 hours he is at my door, as I lay in bed
still, sleep having eluded me as I keep looking at the watch.
FH- wake up, and lets go or we will be late
he says
I am like – but you said 0530
hours
FH- it it getting bright, so
lets go,
I realize the meaning of
crack of dawn as I grab my trouser n wash quick and am on the electric rickshaw
in 20 minutes time, we are on our way as it is starting to get light.
The dawn plays itself |
An hour on the rickshaw was a
treat to be not riding myself and to watch the road roll on by. I reach the
market, is basically a road side market where vehicles pull up and you sell
your stuff and move on, here I am with 3 bundles, while there are traders with
20 times the amount of jute I am trying to sell.
Volume per Traders |
I have a sinking feel as to how I will fare, compared to the big player, its not been often
that I have been a small player in any field, it was truly a humbling experience
to be the small fry in this market place.
Rope making |
and not any
product and went on to give me a course on what and why my stuff is not the best,
I am a little desperate by now and agree
to his rate which is less then half of what I had imagined it will sell for.
Well deed done, we head back, I am disappointed in myself and Sibu the guys who helped carry the Jute has a grin as he tell me, enjoy life rain or shine, I agree with him, and proceed to buy him breakfast and some Red meat for his family ,,,
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