There are elections on today in 3 states in India, including Haryana, the neighbouring state to Delhi.
Gurgaon, a new satellite city of Delhi is in Haryana, so friends who live and work there have a day off, which meant longer, lazier cups of tea at the club this morning, since no-one was rushing back for work. Carine Barbe, a dear friend and a fellow Ladakh trekker, was there, relaxed despite a busy week of polo ahead of her. She is one of the very few female polo players in India, and is playing in not one, but 2 tournaments this week. Allez les filles !
I walked, as usual, this morning through the lovely jungle that surrounds the polo club. Suddenly I was not alone. First one buffalo, then 2, then a 3rd came silently out of the still-damp bushes, and walked close by me. There were 8 of them, then 2 dogs, and then the gai-wala, who stopped for a chat.
Why did I have a piece of wire in my hand ?
Because it was across the path (a snare, I suspect) and I didn’t want a horse or a dog, or indeed a buffalo, to trip on it.
Appreciative waggle of head.
And why was I carrying a big piece of plastic ?
Because I found it, and thought I should throw it away properly.
Second waggle of head.
And which country you are from ?
YES !! I always wait for that riutalistic question, which is part of my Living in India DNA.
And where is the sycophancy in all this, did I hear you ask ? Well, just take a dekko at the photo below, featuring a south Indian politician. I was going to say political heavyweight, but….
And she’s not even contesting these elections…
To counter such an image, I think I should end on a happy note. Which will be the role of my photo of the day, taken on Sunday in Mehrauli :
Be happy ! Join happy ! All happy !
Now why doesn’t a political party adopt this as a slogan ?