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Saris Saris and Saris at Puducherry

 Saris Saris and Saris at Puducherry and a couple of other views

I went nuts. Just the range of it was too interesting and I went around reading up on each label. It was the Pothy’s Store. One and a half floors are purely for sake of saris. Just the number of saris would be at least ten lakhs (maybe much much more) or so considering the overflowing counters.

We just don’t have this sort of a store for saris or ladies suits anywhere up North, maybe a lesson for our entrepreneurs.

And the technical backbone to monitor and organise the billing is swift and efficient. I was watching the process and the speed. Gift cards are also used to keep customers loyal. Al sales are automatically logged at the warehouse.

They have the range exceeding Rs 1 lakh a sari too, in fact they have the range of Rs 20000/- to Rs 35000/-, then say Rs 50000 /- and do on. So it’s a display by type and range, maintained well. Saris are there for Rs 500 /- or less even.

The types of saris and related material is too much to absorb and to register on the brain and the counters are -

Banaras cotton, Mau Pattu wedding gift sari.

Blouses. Fancy ready made blouses. Silk cotton blouses. Chudi material synthetic.

Elite silk. Fancy cotton. Butter silk. Mau silk.

Coper brocade fancy silk. Bengal cotton

Mangalagari cotton

Surat fancy

Mumbai designer

Linen saris

Uniform saris

Handloom cotton saris

Chettinad

Kanchi

Pochampally

Andhra

Fancy

Kovai

Softy saris

Mysore silk

Kora muslin silks

Kolkatta designer

Pattola cotton

Pure chiffon

One lakh and above and other ranges

Pure satin silk

Jute saris

Uploads pure silk

Vasundhara light

Piping georgette

Pure chiffon

One lakh and above and other ranges

Pure satin silk

Jute saris

Uploads pure silk

Vasundhara light

Reception lehngas

One minute saris

Tassels counter

Kanchipuram traditional

Raw silk material

Kerala silk

Samudrika Pattu

Chander cotton

Emboss

Dry wash only

Organza

Gift Saris

Art silk saris

brocade saris

aari work tassels blouse stitching .

I do not know the sales figures and margins but the staff could convey it is comfortable.

During sales in festivals saris are thrown off shelves to rows six people deep. For all my curiosity over a couple of days I got a discount card !!

May be an image of 5 people and indoor

 

May be an image of 7 people and indoor

 

 

 

At Madurai

Madurai has three streets catering to just onions, garlic and ginger. The markets function around the clock. Seeet corn too. Auctions take place regularly.
It also has its huge vegetable market. They make twelve types of oils too.
Passing through on vacation I realised why this city,,old yet commercial, is so vibrant. It’s the cultural capital of Tamil Nadu.

The Market place for Flowers at Madurai. Plus the building has a training centre with NABARD also on the board. The market is huge, sweaty and focused on jasmine flowers, lotus and some traditional flowers. It’s just not easy to push your way in. They also sell oils made from ginger etc. Vibrant and bustling as retailers bargain while looked at me, obviously not from here, walking around. Language was a huge issue, as I could not elicit details. Auctions happen at fixed times and packets are made for transportation.
Passing through on a pilgrimage just had to see this. It’s famous for its jasmine flowers.

Auroville

I had to travel I would say 2000 kilometres or more to realise my inner consciousness is quite alive and kicking and does not need greenery to reactivate itself. At Auroville I found a lot of English on Inner consciousness and awakening. Even the gardens are supposed to awaken the inner consciousness and are connected with our religion and Sanskrit. Evocative names are there connected with our cultural heritage. I tried my best to focus and to connect with myself as they guide you to it but what is it about really. But it’s just acres of greenery in an area where you are supposed to be witnessing a revolution with a cashless society and experiments on community organic agriculture and what not. Its an idealistic world for which they are striving for and all are equal within it and all are welcome from anywhere in the world. I gave up after a few hours. Too much English and awakening and well just let it be. A lot of foreigners from Europe are there specially from France and are hunting for inner peace and their inner consciousness. And where do their children study I don’t know. Maybe they like our warmer tropical climate also. Compliments to those who get the message of this place. Yeah, the Mother had a vision and a quest and full regards to that. And it earns us goodwill internationally.

 

At Aurobindo Ashram

The old French Township of Puducherry. With roads named the French way and lanes and houses set in a framed grid line.

That is me standing in front of the Aurobindo Ashram. No photographs allowed and three guys standing in line check your phones to ensure it’s off.

The samadhi was simple, peaceful and tastefully done. With flowers tastefully placed on it. Very serene. A couple of foreigners or more were meditating. Holding on to their nostrils. What were they gaining they only know. Others were praying and sitting in reverential silence. It was certainly worth coming all the way to feel the vibes. Better than Auroville.

But the staff, well the attitude is of being on an elevated plane. Maybe they are! But are they!!

I purchased three books. Hopefully I will be able to get through them as say around fifteen years back I could not do so. It was complex and required a very focused mind. Even my Dad told me it’s not easy to read, absorb and understand and then internalise.

There was a wonderful quote - rather a page written by Aurobindo and placed at one door. On the clarity of the mind. And the way to it. But then there was nobody to quietly interact and explain on how to get a copy.

Just saying, if you are engaged in matters of the mind, anywhere not just here, don’t feel it makes better than us. We of the real world are the contributors and movers.,

 

 

 

The old French Township of Puducherry. With roads named the French way and lanes and houses set in a framed grid line.

That is me standing in front of the Aurobindo Ashram. No photographs allowed and three guys standing in line check your phones to ensure it’s off.

The samadhi was simple, peaceful and tastefully done. With flowers tastefully placed on it. Very serene. A couple of foreigners or more were meditating. Holding on to their nostrils. What were they gaining they only know. Others were praying and sitting in reverential silence. It was certainly worth coming all the way to feel the vibes. Better than Auroville.

But the staff, well the attitude is of being on an elevated plane. Maybe they are! But are they!!

I purchased three books. Hopefully I will be able to get through them as say around fifteen years back I could not do so. It was complex and required a very focused mind. Even my Dad told me it’s not easy to read, absorb and understand and then internalise.

There was a wonderful quote - rather a page written by Aurobindo and placed at one door. On the clarity of the mind. And the way to it. But then there was nobody to quietly interact and explain on how to get a copy.

Just saying, if you are engaged in matters of the mind, anywhere not just here, don’t feel it makes better than us. We of the real world are the contributors and movers.,

May be an image of 6 people, temple and outdoors

 

 

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