And you enter the loo. And it is small. And the light is dim. Most of the flow finds it way into the hole in the ground, rather than the porcelain cavity.

And the light, I told you, was dim:

The stinking loo had extra security though:

…the good old fashioned metallic chain, even though, they had the good old fashioned metallic bolt:

And the rusted metallic grid, in front of the exhaust fan, bitten by rats:

Happy World Toilet Day from all of us in the third world.

FIN

“Bugger, my thighs have become nice and hard. I was very thin before. But now my thighs and calves have become nice and strong and hard!”

“Then why don’t you take part in Mr. Bombay body building contest?”

“Shaaaks.”

“Bugger, go, take part, and tell that chic from Delhi and the other from Calcutta to come apply oil on you, bugger!”

“HAHAHAHAHA”

“You’ll win bugger, you’ll win! Then you can get a job in the police or as a railway ticket checker!”

“HAHAHAHAAHHA”

Check out photos from last year:

Mr. Bombay photo set 1

Mr. Bombay photo set 2

COCK BRAND

Others include:

Chics of the soil.

Never have I missed the opportunity to cast my vote. General Education Academy plays host on election day, be it central or state. And dry days begin a couple of days prior. Oft, I’ve run into neighbors at the polls. I met Dr. Akshay in 1999, the first time ever that I’d voted. “Hello, Geoffery, have you come to vote?”

Yesterday, I met the Gautam mother and daughter, strong supporters of the RSS. And Mr. Jay; a Congressman.

And on polling days, liquor stores and bars are forced to shut shop. But this year, they were allowed to sell and serve their wares post 5 pm.

60% of Maharashtra cast votes. Only 41% of Mumbai, 52% of them cast in the suburbs. I expect the Sena-BJP to win.

The waiter punches an order as the innagural Champions League T20 is live on television. A lad just annoduced his wedding to his friend over his cellular phone. All of this after casting votes, a couple of hours prior.

Well I guess I installed the ClustrMaps script on this blog a year ago. Maps are archived every 365 days. I’ll write about it again, next year. Cheers!

Somerset and T&T in the first ever Champions League T20 on the 12th of October 2009.

We went to A. Rama Nayak’s UDIPI again. Since before independence. 1942. Just outside Matunga station on the east side. YO YO YO YO YO YO YO.

We ate our meals on a banana leaf. Good stuff. Go eat.

FIN

Photos from within an auto rickshaw this afternoon:

The bugger was full of character. He could be in the movies.

He looked all of 16. He said that indeed, he had a driving license. I doubt it. A son of the soil. I enquired about his where abouts.

“Kanjurmarg. I’m from Kanjurmarg.”

The red handkerchief, a sign of a juvenile.

FIN

“cow cow cow cow cow cow see see cow cow cow cow”

“shaaaks! psyco!”

“see see cow cow see..”

“arre like this you will say or what?”

“cow, bugger.. see cow..”

“shaaaks. You’ll have ice cream?”

“ok.”

A whole family of Cows! Mamma-mia!