Benjamin Feen ([info]benjyfeen) wrote,
@ 2005-02-02 01:37:00
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Words coming poorly and without verve
I went to Bangalore yesterday morning. This evening I came home. Bangalore has some nice restaurants. The license plates of many of the rickshaws started with "KA05" which is, you know, hella apropos.

More from the Indian poster on post-high-voltage-shock emergency-type treatment:

An assistant may strike the patient's shoe heels with a stick some twenty times at intervals of five minutes.

Who figured out that you should do that? How long did it take to hit upon twenty as a good number? If the patient is barefoot, should shoes be obtained and fitted in place? How much is too much to pay for shoes you'll probably only wear once, what with schmucks hitting your heels instead of calling an ambulance?

When I leave the gym here I have to walk out a gate to the street. I am directed by guards to walk through an archway made of PVC pipe, rather than just walking straight out the wide-open gate. After a week of this I ask what the purpose of the archway is. I am told it's a metal detector. I say, "But I have metal in my pockets and you didn't stop me." The guard points inside the guard hut where I can see wires leading to a briefcase under a desk. The briefcase is open and I can see a bank of LEDs, which are not lit. The guard tells me it's broken. Keep in mind that this is as I leave the gym.

Safety and security measures in India remind me of cargo cults of the South Pacific.



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