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Visiting SP Road

Would you like to buy a tyre before buying a car?
Okay, I know the analogy is poor but I did buy my first audio CD before buying my first CD player...something that has faded into fond memory from my days in Pune.

It was time to do the old trick again. Waiting for my Dell to arrive was becoming very frustrating and after a lot of procrastination I managed to ride pillion to SP Rd to buy some laptop accessories. SP Road, and its immediate vicinity, make up a lot of clustered filth right in the heart of the city. The zig-zag paths double as a drainage system that people have long made peace with. But why visit SP Rd of all places? Because it is to Bangalore what Nehru Place is to New Delhi.

I wanted to buy 4 accessories but managed to get just 3. The 4th required some finishing touches but there were no personnel available. And we actually lost our way while trying to locate our parked bike! Luckily, I had snapped a photo of our parking spot (for my blog). Someone helped us zero in based on the photographic evidence!

Comments

Vivek said…
Still not arrived, eh? I was thinking of coming over to your place to check it out.

As for S.P. Road, I think any of Delhi or Kolkata's I.T. bazaars are far better than this place. My friend & me spent about 2 hours there looking for games for the XBox 360 & 80% of the people didn't know what an XBox is, can you believe it?

And yes, we too forgot where the bike was parked :-)
Deepanjan said…
Ha!

The very reason for the existence of places like SP Road is dishonesty.

It's not really about how cheap a product can you bargain for, it's all about how much can you bring down the inflated prices.

And why the inflation? It's because there's something fundamentally wrong with our value system.

Others may find this observation contentious but this is my belief.

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