Grandma's Tales

April 6, 2007

Are you an efficient buyer? 5 Don’t say it with flowers!

Filed under: Consumer caution,Games People Play,Society — Geeta Padmanabhan @ 11:56 am

My daughter sends me flowers on my birthday, without fail. She also calls to wish me, but somehow, this gesture of sending something that I can see and smell is important to her. My husband thinks sending flowers is a waste of money. He has solid reasons for thinking so. One, he cannot eat them – “Why not a box of nuts instead?” For him anything to have vlaue must fulfil two conditions.
[1] It should be something good to eat.
[2] Failing that, it should be something you can sell for a profit at a future date – as in a painting or antique. For a long time, he mourned the fact we live in an apartment. “You don’t own any part of it,” he said. “And it depreciates in value.” Luckily for him, the IT boom hoisted home prices, including those of apartments. It’s amazing what people are prepared to pay for a 1000 sq. feet area with old walls around. For once, my husband is glad he has been proved wrong.
Secondly, he smells a rat in the bunch of flowers. Rats, as in cheating. Here’s why. This year, my daughter browsed the net (she lives overseas) and found a new retailer who would deliver the flowers. The earlier one has suddenly decided my area is not in the city. The new fellow took a packet in dollars for a bunch of orchids (orchids, in Chennai!) At noon on the delivery day, a messenger appeared at our door to inform us that he had no orchids. Would we accept another bouquet, instead? What was I supposed to say?
At around 10 pm, when the day had only 2 hours to go, a tired-looking guy holding an equally tired-looking bunch rang the bell. And here’s what I got. I searched the card for the name of the outfit. The first word: Super. Can’t read the second one at all. I’ll have to ask my daughter.




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  2. What the florist delivered hardly matters.

    I’m sure you took time off to smell them and spare a thought for the sender.

    Enjoying creativity is for the elevated mind.
    And then there’s the glory. If you find any value, any lift of the spirit in watching a beautiful sunrise, listening to a soothing piece of music, in an elegant balletic turn or in any of the myriad human endeavors that have no utility but only breathtaking beauty, then you are actually sensing new life in a void that for all eternity had been the province of the gods. If you don’t feel that, you are — don’t take this personally — deaf to the music of our time ! .

    Comment by krishna — April 6, 2007 @ 4:36 pm | Reply

  3. Hi Krishna, what a refreshing way of viewing life! Thanks! I did smell the flowers, only they weren’t smelling good any more. But your point is well taken. I went to the beach the next evening and breathed in the cool air and watched the children play.

    Comment by Geeta Padmanabhan — April 6, 2007 @ 9:05 pm | Reply

  4. regarding “flowers” –> I think what matters most is the thought behind the act of sending the flowers consistently. I am sure it made your day joyful just looking the birthday flowers at the door, even though it was the end of the day,
    regarding “My husband thinks sending flowers is a waste of money” –> I think that’s the way men look at it. I make similar comments when she buys other things for me, but I am very well open to go on a buffet lunch/dinner. Or, use the same money for a certificate / savings on our toddler’s account. on the other hand, I buy flowers for my wife on different occasions, since I know she loves it. 🙂

    Comment by ramsblog — April 10, 2007 @ 12:57 pm | Reply

  5. Hi Ram, I really didn’t know all men looked at flowers as a waste of money. But you do buy your wife flowers because she loves them, great! Best way to go for a strong relationship!

    Comment by Geeta Padmanabhan — April 21, 2007 @ 4:58 pm | Reply

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