Here’s proof that we Indians love graffiti. We don’t spare even cactus plants from bearing the brunt of our knives, from carrying our names and those of our loved ones! Jai ho!

PS: This is a picture that I took at Sims Park, Ooty, a long, long, long time ago. I was going through my picture folders today when I realised I never posted this on my blog. Couldn’t resist. πŸ™‚


20 thoughts on “Graffiti

  1. I once saw a long love letter written by someone for his loubh on the seat of a bus using a sketch pen.
    It read for so and so from your so and so who boards the bus from this particular bus stop. Anybody who leaned on to the seat would have that loubh letter printed on their back. When i was about to get down I saw part of it on the nice sparkling Kasav saree of a granny!


  2. Nothing can get more shamful than this. Will be ever learn the basic civic sense? Every time I witness someone who supposedly belongs to the elite class, driving their big SUVs, supposedly educated, supposedly having a high level conversations and without a second thought they open the window panes n throw away cigs, choc wrapper, the remaingings of the food they were consuming on the go; I feel something urges me to get down and slap them hard. And believe me that’s a big deal because otherwise I do not get agitated that easily.


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