You see a plastic mug drop out of the window, splattering the froth from a just consumed cup of cold coffee.
You get a glimpse of the girl who made the careless drop. She's laughing.
You see the window slide up again.
You see the car speed away, leaving behind yet another vestige of mindless consumption.
As you walk along a pavement, you try to ignore the puddles of spit and other bodily fluids that assault your senses.
You are able to ignore the fluids only because there are other things to assault your senses to greater degrees.
And then you find yourself being pushed violently from behind.
You might think there was a dire emergency and people were trying to make a getaway.
But no; it is just a fat kid who wants to force his way down the path of mindless consumption
And he will not brook your easy paced walking.
You dart through the traffic to make it to the other side because the traffic lights no not work.
As you press your survival instincts a gush of dust sweeps onto your face and fills your open mouth.
You spit your way through the traffic and survive.
Having made it to the semi clean environment of the metro station, you breathe.
But the train has to stop and you have to get out. Back into the dust and spit.
Platform #16 has been dug up. Fine dust is suspended in the air. a weather worn blue train slides onto the platform. dust re-distribution in full play.
New Delhi railway station has a single counter to sell platform tickets and about 10 ticket inspectors to check if people have valid platform tickets.
The queue is not serpentine. It more river-like; with a large delta near the counter. Morons like me are to be found in a bend in the river,
standing the risk of being cut off in an ox bow lake.
The theory goes that terrorists do not attack as often because their supply lines are cut off by "intelligence".
If this theory holds, it must mean that India is brimming with intellect.
An alternate and more plausible theory is that terror requires the presence of order, and order is scarce in India.
I elect a representative, I pay tax so he gets a salary.
He gets a nicely laid out road and a car to drive on it. I get what?
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