Dichotomy

One thing that India did not lack in was variety. People were seen in a myriad of colors, shapes and sizes. And they did a multitude of tasks. Josh was in an awed reverie when he suddenly was shocked by a sharp slap on his right arm .He turned right in time to see a
cow ruminating lazily swishing her tail about. He just about missed a dollop of dung.
He resumed his journey afoot wary of the penny pinching tricycle driving autowallahs.
He, then was awestruck by something he had never imagined….
A Mercedes E-class. The classy silver colored luxury on wheels was turning around the corner. He was aghast at the paradoxes India was offering, every minute of his life…
He passed by a mixture of sorts-raggedy beggars and street urchins ,men urinating and spitting some awful red stuff that corner shops offered as paan.
Piles of malodorous foods-Samosas (some kind of potato filled pastries), Bhel Puri-(something that had no valid name in the more civilized world he knew of), Sweets made of clarified butter and sugar .All these looked unpalatable to him. But it was being hugely enjoyed by hordes of mortals and swarms of flies…
Like most other Americans, in their naiveté, he inferred that India was a sort of all-American, except that they had snakes, elephants and tigers everywhere.
To the skeptical pessimistic ones India was the clipped crisply and abbreviated-
I’ll Never Do It Again-I.N.D.I.A.-The land sans-toilet paper.