30 October 2007

Home delivery

One of the first sounds I hear in the morning is the milk delivery boy who arrives on his bicycle ringing his bell. In India, everything comes to your door. If you wanted to, you could get everything you need without leaving the comfort of your own home! Throughout the day there's a steady stream of vendors walking by with their pushcarts selling a variety of goods and yelling out whatever it is they have for sale. Vegetables, flowers and plants, fruit, fish, rice and other grains, and household items like pots, blankets, rugs, dusters, straw mats, bangles... everything is for sale right outside the door! The lady across the street doesn't even bother to go to her door - she yells what she wants to the vendor from her balcony and then has her maid carry everything inside.

Most shops can also arrange for home delivery. It just takes a call to the grocery store or the pharmacy and someone will deliver whatever you need to your home. No need to go to the bank to open an account or apply for a credit card - a bank employee will come to your home or office to do the paperwork. Many utility and other service companies also offer the same service.

Though supermarket chains are popping up all over the city, it's hard to beat the convenience of the walking vendors who bring everything right to your doorstep!



3 comments :

Tracy said...

Isabel~
I love this post..and that is one of the things that I love so much about India! It is so wonderful!
Love your photos too~
Namaste~
Tracy

Linda (Sama) said...

agree with tracy!

less than 2 months from now I'll be waking up in chennai....

Sirensongs said...

I'm familiar with all these services, except this one - amazing!

--No need to go to the bank to open an account or apply for a credit card - a bank employee will come to your home or office to do the paperwork.--

Don't forget the knife- and scissor-sharpening guy with his hand-powered sharpening device, or the guy who replaces the rings on your cookstove (and walks down the street jingling them).

In Bangalore do you have the mattress-stuffers who walk round twanging their "instruments"?