Call a cab

The day begins early. At the very moment darkness begins to fade away. A visit to another office of ours 45 km away is scheduled and unexpectedly booking a cab becomes a major pain. It alternates between looking at websites, holding a phone, listening to some random piece of repetitive music for a long time, and then getting no for an answer or occasionally a disconnection!

The office is in a stretch filled with innumerable large buildings, most of which have glass exteriors. This is the face of new India, I suppose. Being predominantly a sales office, it has an entirely different atmosphere. There are loads of voices speaking all over the phone, swift sentences. Unlike Development or Consulting teams who speak slowly, after much consideration and thought. Some of the voices are rather nice. But it makes for a rather noisy floor.

There are loads of chic restaurants, part of the "infrastructure" Delhi boasts about. The lunch tastes good. But some of the company are a bit stereotype. It's mostly the outsiders, who come to Delhi, and finding it difficult to relate to it, adopt a somewhat rude behaviour and some who speak directly in favour of rudeness and cynicism! It is a predictable response indicative of a lack of understanding, perhaps of the defeated.

Both ways, the cab drivers are elderly gentlemen and make polite, good conversation. Wading through the swarming traffic, and spending almost four hours on the roads isn't as nightmarish as the warnings had suggested. Time to salvage bits of the remaining evening.