Showing posts with label Bags. Show all posts
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Friday, September 2, 2011

Dog and the bone

     Shopping in local markets in China is quite a delight. Most of the so-called local markets are actually these huge air-conditioned multi-storeyed buildings, not like the crowded and dingy by-lanes of Janpath or Sarojini.  And they’re organised floor wise. So you have an entire 40 or 50 thousand square feet of just bags, shoes, clothes and other trinkets! What more can a shopper ask for? The one thing that’s common with markets back home is the colour and noise, with the collections nicely displayed to tempt an avid shopper like me.

But here is the cool part! Guys enjoy shopping here more! Surprise, surprise! The pretty Chinese sales girls are usually all over them, touching them, holding their hand and coaxing them to buy wares from their store.  Have to mention, it’s a definite plus if you are white and blue eyed! Infact it’s common to see sales girls hold your hand and guide you into their store. And boy, it’s a pretty strong hold. So much so, my first instinct when grabbed like that was to get angry and defensive. I guess after all these years of having lived in India and being grilled to be defensive if anyone as much as touches you, this comes as no surprise! It took a little getting used to smile politely and walk into the store till they loosen their grip and then I just flee for dear life!
An incident I witnessed while waiting for my husband and a friend to finish haggling over half a dozen shoes deserves a special mention. There was this white guy and his mom trying to buy shoes from the store right next to where we were buying from and the girl was fawning over him so much that if I were his mother, I would have been quite embarrassed. But to be fair, he was encouraging it in the hope of more discounts, I suppose. Letting a girl feel you up is a small price to pay, if it is one at all!   
A definite plus is the fact some of the best English speaking Chinese are in these markets. Here’s the weird part. You could walk into a real Louis Vuitton store and the sales girl wouldn’t know English, but walk into one that sells fakes, and the Queen’s English comes rattling out. I remember going into a high-end store to buy my husband a suit and we spent close to an hour trying to tell them that they need to make alterations. My husband and I tried our very best to make them understand in our broken Chinese English and not to mention a liberal use of charades. Finally we gave up and politely smiled and walked out while all four of the sales staff there breathed a sigh of relief. The only good thing to come out of all this: try beating us at dumb charades now!
But the best part of the shopping is yet to come, the thandav between the Indian and the Chinese. And to quote a prominent Chinese businessman it’s not a question of who is able to outsmart the other, but simply which one will give up in absolute frustration!! And after moving to China this is the only place I have seen the so called India-China rivalry. Otherwise I don’t think the Chinese particularly care!
The difference between the bargaining in India and China is that here they start their negotiation at astronomical prices.  For example in Janpath if you want a top which you think is no more than a hundred bucks worth, where will the shopkeeper start? 500, 1000, mebbe even 1500? Here in China it starts at something like 1800 yuan that is 12500 Indian rupees. You must be kidding me! You can buy whole of Palika Bazar for that kind of money! So yeah we finally end up paying like 30 yuan, but of course if you were American or British i guess 400-500 will sound like a good deal to you.
Moreover, if you can’t afford the Coach bags and Jimmy Choos just yet, the Chinese markets are there for your rescue. They make the best quality fakes I have ever seen. Even light them on fire to show you how good their quality is. But they don’t always put them on display, its usually hidden in their backrooms. But if you get chatty you can definitely find whatever you are looking for. I have to add they are bloody good at faking things.       
On one such visit to these markets we were shown fake i phones and the shopkeeper was proudly displaying the “Chinese i-phone 4”   as opposed to the Apple i-phone 4! He even had four different qualities of the i-phone 4.  And you could actually tell the quality difference, the most expensive being the very best. But, it’s still a steal compared to how much you have to shell out for a real I-phone. And also I-phones are a huge status symbol in China, so fake or real you need to seen to be owning an I-phone and not to forget drive a fancy car and own a nice apartment. That’s your ticket to China! Huānyíng nín dào zhōngguó!


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Love, Lust and the Chinese

How much do you love me? Isn’t it a question we often ask our partners? I am not sure about everybody, but most Indian men I know don’t wear their heart on their sleeves. If anything, most of them are unabashed MCPs. Chinese men on the other hand are out to prove otherwise. My first sighting of a guy carrying a woman’s bag was on the subway and I thought okay maybe she has some problem with her hand or something. Soon it became way too many women with problematic hands! I just could not understand why Chinese women did not carry their own bags or why men insisted on carrying it. Either way it is a bit unnerving to see a guy with a pink handbag with hearts all over it, tucked under his arm and being extremely comfortable being seen in public.  Try telling my husband that!
Once or twice I’ve even spotted the odd white guy carrying a hand bag, but they almost always had a Chinese girl friend. And I am told that guys do this as a way of showing that they love and care for their partner and it is almost offensive if he does not insist on doing it. So I imagine the average girl-gang gossips revolve around how much their boyfriends love them depending on their bag carrying abilities!  
Who doesn’t enjoy the candle light dinners, flowers, gifts, etc. But wearing the exact same clothes? And I don’t mean same colour. I mean exactly the same t-shirt, trousers and shoes, with matching shoelaces.  And to top it, the t-shirt has something as corny as “I love you” written on it, as if it weren’t obvious enough! That’s pushing it even for an eternal romantic like me but I guess in a country obsessed with love, that would be the perfect guy to take back home.
The other major difference I found in the men here is that they are openly lusty. No qualms whatsoever. If they find you beautiful, you bet they are going to accost you. And it does not matter whether you understand them or not. Trust me, before Beijing I lived in Delhi, but when it comes to gawking, the Chinese men put even the Jats to shame. But unlike in Delhi, I don’t feel like am being raped by their eyes. It’s more out of curiosity. It does help that I am brown skinned and conspicuous in a train full of Chinese who look like they’re recovering from jaundice or simply deathly pale!
Among a few interesting incidents that come to my head one stands out because of the sheer audacity of it. My husband and I were out exploring Beijing and he asked me to stand for a picture. I was telling him that I don’t look nice and don’t want to pose but he insisted. So here I am standing in front of our hotel while he is taking a picture and a bunch of middle aged men are passing by. Suddenly, one of them goes “Naicceee!” and continues on his way without missing a step.  I was a little taken aback because I had hardly ever hear anybody talk English all the time I’ve been in Beijing. And now, this man was not only checking me out but also commenting in English!! I just stood there laughing while my husband fumed at the fact that guy did not even acknowledge his presence there. But guess who was not complaining about not looking nice for the rest of the day?
I have managed to make a couple of friends who are Chinese. There’s this one guy who simply amuses me the way he approaches women. If he likes them, he just goes ahead and talks to them and if they like him, he even manages to get their cellphone number. Mind you, these are just random strangers on the road. It does help that he is bloody good looking. So it might seem alright. But if it were India, no matter how good looking you are, if you approached me on the road,  there is no way in hell I would have entertained you, forget exchanging numbers.
I have an extreme aversion for heart accessories. Growing up, it was not “cool” to be seen wearing heart pendants and watches or for that matter anything heart-shaped. But everything about love is so corny and cheesy here, am sure I would have cringed a little less had I grown up in this part of the world and maybe even liked wearing the exact same clothes!
One of the largest retail chains in China is called Love & Love Couples. They only make products for couples. It ranges from matching heart pendants to keys to each other’s heart.  So the guy gets the plain silver heart while the girl gets the exact same thing but her heart is studded with pink stones! Of course for the nouveau riche there is the more expensive and exclusive store which sells matching jewellery in platinum, gold and diamond. That is love for you Made in China!