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Every day riding on Double Road (yeah thats the name of a very busy street in Bangalore, they might have renamed it but what difference does it make?) I tell myself one of these days I'll trash the authorities for making this street a carpet of potholes. And I have been telling that since the past decade. Its all my fault. I kick myself in the butt every day. And then the next morning on my way to work I remind myself again to trash the authorities. No wonder the road has left some very significant historical memories for everybody. My mother whose been using the same route for the last 30 years says she knows every bump on the road. I know a friend of mine who missed a road hump because it had evened out and now it was easy for the heavy loaded trucks to race his car.
So familiar, but so very soothing not. Its a virtue thats close to vice- our tolerance for this kind of mess. How we put up with this kind of incompetence and inefficiency. But hold it. Its not as if there is just one or two problems an Indian citizen faces as he gets up in the morn and finishes his day off at night: Power shortage, water shortage, pollution, disease, poverty, crowds and long queues... oh, you brothers and sisters in the US, do you know how much you are envied back home? So do well and lets see some dollars come home this way. We'll shower you with all the love and blessings we can. We will also continue to supply your monthly quota of homemade masalas and movies.
So long.
