As we wandered along the narrow alley leading from Kapaleeshwarar Temple in Mylapore, Sarah noticed among the stalls selling jasmine wreaths and trinkets and sweets, a woman under an umbrella with a rainbow of necklaces and bracelets spread out before her. A couple of wooden necklaces caught Sarah’s attention and she figured our daughters might like them. “How much?” she asked. 500 rupees was the answer–about $7.50–and that sounded pretty reasonable. But Vinoth came to the rescue and took a quick look at the merchandise, running his fingers over the wood, twisting the necklaces back and forth. “No good,” he said and dropped the them onto the ground with a clatter.
Of course, Sarah wanted the necklaces and was prepared to offer another price. Maybe 400 rupees? But Vinoth took her by the elbow and guided her away. “100 rupees,” he said, barely glancing at the woman as we walked off. She frowned and shook her head as they exchanged a rapid duel in Tamil.
We crossed the street and started into a shop with bright saris and kurtas, swirls of scarlet and gold and amethyst, and thoughts of wooden necklaces faded.
“100 rupees, 100 rupees!” A young boy chased us across the street, dodging two-wheelers and auto-rickshaws, holding the wooden necklaces over his head. “100 rupees, please.”
Vinoth grinned as Sarah handed over the 100 rupee note. “Not bad. Are you being pleased now?”
Pleased, indeed. And enlightened a bit to the ways of negotiation in India.
Perhaps something to consider when negotiating what’s for dinner knowing now what a pushover Sarah is!!!!!
No doubt! She insulted a vendor in Dehli a few years ago by immediately agreeing to his price, thus indicating she didn’t think he was shrewd enough . . .