The best and the worst
It was high sun over the computer institute of Hyderabad.
Certainly not rush hour, but the times when the buses are rushing back to their depots, by passing passengers.
A bus for sanjeeva reddy nagar was fully packed, and I was jammed in the crowed outside.
A big lady behind me shouted, `you can not enter. Let me pass first.’
I squeezed myself and allowed her pass, and followed her.
Thanks to her pushing power, I was also able to enter the bus!
When the bus became some what lighter, half way between Ranga and Rani House , I found myself beside an Britten hippy, Mr. James ford , 6/68 HT layout, RT street London Britten.
But when I come across a single and solitary foreigner, courtesy demands that I should whisper a word to him, so that we Indians do not appear cold-hearted people, indifferent to people from other countries.
`Treat the foreigner as a friend’, said Jawaharlal Nehru; and I follow his advice.
`Why are you travelling alone?’ I asked him. `Hippies usually move in droves.’
`One can see the country better when alone,’ he said, `and one has more peace of mind.’
True- `I don not want to disturb your peace of mind,’ I said, `as I do not want to disturb my peace of mind, and so I will ask you just one question; what is the best and the worst you find in India?’
`That is a very curios question,’ he said. `Who are you?’
`I am an author and journalist. I wrote books and you?’
`I am will also be a journalist when get back to Britten, and so I will reply your question to the best of my knowledge and experience. I think the best in India are the Indian sweets.’
`What sweets you have taken and appreciated?’
Kovo and Jilabis, for example.’
`Good. Now what do you find worst in India?’
`Hyderabad buses’, he said.
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