Head Matters - Photo story contest"My God…this is intimidating" was the first thought Ayyapan had when he entered the city's famous sportswear shop which showcased sportswear and tear of all sizes and varieties. Right from the centralized air conditioning, to the well-mannered personnel shop assistant, everything about the shop frightened Ayyapan.
"Yes sir, how may I assist you" enquired the groomed shop assistant. Ayyapan did not reply immediately but kept staring.
"You need helmets sir?" enquired the impatient assistant again, with a little scorn. Ayyapan simply nodded. Given Ayyapan's uncombed hair, tanned face and cheap clothes, the assistant with years of practice at disposal, picked some cheap helmets and displayed them on the table.
Ayyapan did not have a specific brand or requirement in mind for he is unaware of all such things.
"Something with good quality…"was the only sentence he spoke to the assistant. The assistant was really irritated by this simpleton. "All are good quality saab. We sell only quality products" replied the assistant.
"let me show picture…"said Ayyapan after half an hour of futile attempts. He rummaged his old handbag and produced a picture of a teenage boy riding a bicycle. The cycle was green in color and looked very posh and expensive. Ayyapan noticed that the assistant was impressed but wondered whether it is the cycle or the boy which impressed him.
"This helmet is 400, this one is 480, See we have the same green color to match the motor cycle. Your son will like it.", the assistant implied.
The shop's manager who was witnessing all this from a distance approached Ayyapan. He pushed all the cheap helmets aside and picked some heavy metal types and displayed on the counter. The assistant said in a meeky voice, "Sir these are the branded ones. He may not be able to afford them. That's why I did not show him these." The manager did not answer the assistant immediately. He displayed a variety of branded helmets and hand and leg pads.
"Your son may need these too sir." Said the manager with a smile for which Ayyapan merely nodded. He didn't know how to thank the manager for his timely inrusion. He just mumbled, "Son has got this job. As part-time delivery boy…the company has given just the cycle but not helmet and safety gears…" Said Ayyapan.
"True sir…I can understand. After all, than a posh cycle, a good safety gear is much needed for the job. With the speeds these bikes zoom past us, one cannot be careless…" Ayyapan thanked the manager and left the shop with the purchase in his hands and content in his heart.
Entry to "Photo Story Contest"