Where rabies and scab full dogs run around wild, as well as others perfectly groomed are walked on leashes
Where hawkers sell spinach from bags hanging on handlebars of old English styled bicycles and the hardly known broccoli is going stale on shelves of pristine shopping malls
Where women stroll down the neighbourhood in their nighties, whilst others never step out of their mansions or extravagant cars
Where street ear cleaners operate from a plastic stool on the roadside when ultra modern private hospitals are filled with cosmetic holidayers
Where one can nibble anytime of the day or night at freshly cook street food for less than 50 cts and dine in the finest opulent restaurants
Where the latest technology is found as well as produced but still many households are not yet equipped with electricity
Where cows are holy and most won’t eat them but worship them, yet the most bovine leather is produced
Where the crippled have wooden plates splintering in their hands to drag themselves through the dust and distance, whilst some of the latest prothesis are conceived
Where the smell of burning rubbish and urine is covered by divine scents of the finest incens
Where one can drink a cup of tea made from a street stall just as well as sip coffee from an air-conditioned cafe watching the first scene
Where one can draw cash from a distributor but having to step over the still asleep and bed less watchman
Where drunken lads fall over or walk around with dead sneaks around their necks and wealthy business men share the same pavement with sheer indifference
Where one can sleep at his workplace, on the counter or footpath without being bothered or even out of place as well as in the most luxurious palaces ever seen on earth
Where dead corps lie on the ground unnoticed whilst lively children play cricket cheerfully just a couple of meters away
“In India, everything is possible!”
Ladyjo, Mysore 2015
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