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Tuesday, February 18, 2014
The Milk man in Ole Bangalore
When Bangalore was still a sleepy town surrounded by villages, the villagers would supply the Bangalorean's their household needs.
One of them was the Milk man who would brave the cold weather and dew and land with his cow every morning to supply fresh milk for our household.
The milkman had a designated area inside our garden near the gate where he would tether his cow, and if there was a calf it would also accompany its mother.
The cow would make itself at home and bless the patch of garden with its ablutions for the day of large quantum of urine and a generous quantum of cow dung.
and the area for the cow in the garden used to be quite a mess after the cow and milkman left.
The ritual was simple the milk man would start milking the cow after one of us had verified that his milking jar did not contain water,
but he had a trick, he would have the water in the jar and while feigning to throw it out he would always retain some water in it.
Someone had to keep an eye on the milkman at work and make sure he did not add water and that his container was empty before milking the cow.
But the milkman would still take a chance of adding water, since that was essential in his enterprise of supplying fresh milk.
There was a small clump of bushes where he tethered his cow while milking and he would always have a bottle of water ready there, though his claim was|
it was to clean the udders of the cow, but whenever he got a chance it was added to the milk.
He would patiently milk the cow and after milking the cow he would measure it in his half liter aluminium measure and here again he had a few tricks up his sleeves.
The milkman had a way of handling the measure so that there was residual milk in the measure and all of it was not poured into the vessel provided for collecting the milk.
If there was any excess milk he would take away in a container which he always carried with him.
The milkman's haste was in emptying the vessel before milking the cow and also while measuring the milk, when he milked the cow he was in no hurry since he was
waiting to add water if ever he got a chance or the person given the job to keep an eye on him was distracted.
Over the years the milkman too moved on and my mother switched over to dairy milk which was half toned, full toned and one of the children had the honor
of stepping out in the cold morning to buy the bottles from the milk booth which used be built with Aluminium sheets.
It was a challenge to get us to venture in the cold, so the milkman thrived for many years supplying fresh milk straight from the udders of the cow, with some
water added whenever the opportunity presented itself.
The milkman is a relic of the ole Bangalore which was unhurried and based on relationships, but today the city races on in a mad rush leading to nowhere and milk
booths have been replaced with malls with tetra pack milk which you can store for months.
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Sunday, February 2, 2014
The Vegetable Vendor - Kai-Amma - in Ole Bangalore
One of them was the Vegetable Vendor - KaiAmma ( Kai - Vegetable, Amma- Lady) .
Kai Amma was a shrewd woman from a village known as Lingarajapuram, today a suburb or Bangalore.
She would take the first BTS - Bangalore Transport Service bus and reach the City Market in Town where she would buy the vegetables for the day and fill her round basket made of cane.
She would return with a full Basket of Vegetables for sale, normally she used to come to my home during the end of her days efforts and had a great rapport with my mother.
My mother would listen to her challenges in managing a brood of kids and as the main bread winner of her family and the mother she was also ambitious for the future of her children and wanted them to be educated and comfortable. Her wish was that her children did not have to carry the heavy basket to earn their daily bread.
Kai-Amma was a great friend of mine and would humour me while she waited for my mother, she would always give me some green vegetables which I could eat, my favourite being pea pods. She would be tired and was glad that she could rest in the shade of our veranda unhindered.
She was a persuasive sales woman and would normally leave my home with an empty basket thanks to my mother's kindness.
She had in her basket a weighing balance and a collection of weights and stones to weigh the vegetables. When there was any special requirement of vegetables she would bring them from the market for my mother.
The interesting sales technique of kai-amma was she was a person in no hurry to conclude the sale, plus she had the habit of giving something more then what you bought as gratuity. She was also willing to discount on the price if she wanted to empty here basket and go home to her family. She would choose the customers to whom she sold her vegetables and did not visit every home on the street. Neither did she shout like other vendors who sold vegetables and fruits, she did it in a dignified and wonderful manner, knowing that her loyal customers would ensure an empty basket for the day.
The vegetables were fresh, clean, edible and tasty and seasonal, she had a knack of arranging her basket so that the weight was equally distributed to make it easy for her to carry the basket on her head.
Her grit and determination ensured that all her children did well in life and not one of them had to sell vegetables from door to door for a living.
She was my first encounter with a women entrepreneur, Kai-amma must have died many years ago, but her personality and determination still lingers in my memory and I wanted to share it in this blog post.