Sane ramblings of an otherwise insane man..

Here i am, smack in the middle of dengue infested india innit..& let me be the first to tell you that its downright 'orrible innit guvnor..Allright, i shall put my '''orrible bri'ish'' imitation away for now..Although, please do hesitate to blame me if it resurfaces later because i can't seem to get it out of my system yet..However, i fear that a visit to the washroom would be more helpful in dealing with that problem..Still, it might just be the 'palatable' (read 'blech') indian culinary that i have had the honour of sampling while on my trip here..

Moving on to more delightful subjects. It would seem that even though the britishers spent a few years here, contrary to popular belief, they have not left much of their legacy behind..Most importantly the use of sanitary means of answering 'nature's call'..It is still possible to see children, who are barely knee high, scooting naked in front of speeding cars, to end up squatting on the side of the road to attend to their business..They don't even seem to be terrified of the cars hurtling towards them..They have been toilet trained, for want of a better word, so effectively that the objective of letting it loose is upmost in their minds..Once they reach the desired spot, they just sit and stare at you as if it is the most common occurrence in the civilised world..Whoever said 'to each, his own' was correct i guess..However, I still can't understand why they have to come to the road to show of their bodies..Its not even as if one of them is a former Miss Universe who actually has something to show to people (read GUYS)..Go strut your stuff in the fields so that atleast 'I' can remain oblivious of the fact that such people exist..We are 'not' entertainment for you, neither are you entertainment for us..