This article appeared in The Friday Times in their April 27-May 3, 2007 issue under the above title.
Each morning I take a bus from Sadr Kecherri to Royal Artillery Bazaar, or RA Bazaar as it is commonly called. The scene at RA Bazaar is a busy one. Buses honking at full blast announce their arrival on one side and line up neatly inside the bazaar. This is a major stop on their route; they wait here for a few minutes and then leave for their various destinations. I take the 5 number daewoo to Lalak Jan Chowk in Defence .
It rained last night and the road inside the bazaar is covered with mud. People pull up their trousers and shalwars as they cross the lane towards the stop. As usual the stop smells of urine. Men and dogs have been at it again.
Each morning I take a bus from Sadr Kecherri to Royal Artillery Bazaar, or RA Bazaar as it is commonly called. The scene at RA Bazaar is a busy one. Buses honking at full blast announce their arrival on one side and line up neatly inside the bazaar. This is a major stop on their route; they wait here for a few minutes and then leave for their various destinations. I take the 5 number daewoo to Lalak Jan Chowk in Defence .
It rained last night and the road inside the bazaar is covered with mud. People pull up their trousers and shalwars as they cross the lane towards the stop. As usual the stop smells of urine. Men and dogs have been at it again.
