It occurs to me that I’ve not really shown you my town: Defence Colony. Defence Colony was originally built for mid-level British officers to have relatively upscale housing and to be protected from ‘the natives.’ There is a tall wrought iron fence (easily breached as I discovered one slightly inebriated evening) that surrounds each of the four neighborhoods that compose Defence Colony, named creatively, in fine British tradition: A, B, C and D. I live in A block. A block is the seediest of all the blocks and there is great debate as to which is the poshest block, C or D. I’ve heard arguments from both sides and, as expected, claims fall along residential lines. Those living in C say it’s C and those living in D say it’s D. And I say, come on people!!! The open sewer river—that is fast moving and deep even in the dry season—runs through both blocks. Posh?!? I think not.
For your viewing pleasure, I submit photos of a street sign (I’ve only identified a few but as you see they could be interchangeable), the guard of my apartment building in customary Indian photo pose, a woman selling fresh vegetables from a cart she wheels around the neighborhood (all KINDS of interesting things are wheeled around my neighborhood, usually accompanied by a loud sing-songy recitation of items or services for sale), and the OM, delicately cast in cement, that decorates the dentist’s house.
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