Wednesday, May 11, 2016
When I was in India, I bought a couple of Indian watches. I was well aware of the poor quality of most Indian manufactured goods but I liked the look of them so I took a punt on them being OK. But I was not surprised when they died a few weeks after I got home. Paul got the watchbands off them. He was collecting watchbands at that time. Maybe he still has them.
Then recently, Anne decided that she should buy me a watch for my birthday. And there was a nearby Indian jeweller who had a good display. I found one I liked and took bets on how long it would last. It lasted about a week. I insisted that Anne get her money back but had to get a bit heavy about it.
But there is also a nearby Indian bargain shop that usually has good stuff -- and they sell watches too. Anne and I saw a ladies watch there that looked quite nice so I bought it for her -- for $11. It lasted rather well -- about a month.
So Indian watches are for fun, nothing else.
And let me mention something else amusing. I found a nice blue shirt in India that I wanted to buy. So I bought the biggest size of it that they had -- a vast tent-like creation. I did so because I knew how Indian fabrics shrink like buggery when washed. And after it had been through the washing machine and tumble dryer it was a good fit! I still have it, I think. It is actually a good shirt.