Land of Lime

1. A balmy Bangalore is such a nice contrast from Delhi. As I step out of the airport, three citibank credit card hawkers approach me, separately. They stand fifty yards away from each other and are seeking to sign up people coming out of the airport. Quite exasperated at the marketing genius who came up with this great way of reaching potential customers, I gently asked the third hawker: have you no sense of place and occasion? Do you think, even if I want to, I would accept your offer. Do you think any of the people who you approach here want to even talk to you? He had a quick, ready made answer: Sir, all we need is your boarding pass and you will get a credit card. I quietly continued my march through eager taxi drivers in search of an autorickshaw.

2. On the Outer Ring (Sarjapur) road, from inside an autorickshaw, I see this sight. After you read, you supply the appropriate adjective. An auto driver is peeing against the compound wall on the other side of the street in full view of all people. He is standing ten feet behind his parked autorickshaw. Inside two women are sitting. His only concern is not to be seen by them since they, being his customers, are his main concern and he needs to be behind them. Rest of the world be damned. I must say I admired his sense of propriety.

Prakash, I would rather not pictorially describe such phenomena but I will post some photographs from southern Karnataka over the next few weeks.