Animals spotted at the train station.


Monkey! Momma monkey! Baby monkey! My favorite animals just chilling! 🙂

Ratzilla–this is not to scale but this little fucker could give Mickey Mouse a run for his money–the rats here are HUGE!!


Puppies! The best and worst thing about an out of control random dog problem in your country–puppies everywhere.


Cows. Seriously. I’ve mentioned previously cows and dogs are absolutely everywhere but I have no idea how one got on a train platform that we had to take a bridge and a bunch of stairs to get to. I was in such shock as it sauntered past me and crapped on the platform that I did not get a picture.

Men pissing–this our least favorite animal and it happened at least 20 times that we could see in our mere 45 minute wait. It was disgusting but the most awful thing is that they weren’t even being subtle or walking to the end of the platform to be in the dark. Nope they would walk like 2 feet away from us and start pissing on the tracks, despite there being a bathroom within 50 feet. At one point I stepped to the edge of the platform to look for a train and to either direction there were at least 6 pissers. I don’t like the bathrooms here either but that is no excuse to urinate wherever you want. It is a phenomenon on this country I will never understand: women and men pissing/crapping everywhere and not even shamefully trying to hide it or keep it out of general view. I understand you gotta go when you gotta go but maybe try and find a bush or something not in the center of the road–that would just be swell.

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  1. A few readers of this blog may surprised to learn that this abuse of horizontal AND vertical surfaces occurs beyond the 3 block radius of Addison and Clark, Chicago. I only became aware of the extent of the problem due to a offhand reference in Canadian radio program earlier this year.*

    Kim however, is not the first traveler or resident to notice this is part of the douceur de vivre in South Asia, albeit restricted to the outside parts. The writers and readers of the Hindustan Times have scrutinized the phenomena,**from an appropriate distance; one readers response we worth mentioning points out an entirely positive aspect of the custom of the country:
    “I take great comfort in the fact that urinating in public is the only thing in India which is completely caste free. Rich and poor men, uneducated and the most intelligent, lower and upper caste men alike have the same lack of shame, the same amount of laziness and the same amount of certain pride to simply open their pants wherever they please. It seems to be the only truly visible sign in India that it is indeed a democracy.”***

    In addition, DNA India has not been remiss in philosophizing on the spectacle:
    “This attitude is because of a ‘shame complex’ which characterizes a fear of nurturing shame were it to do with shortcomings about their own homes; but about public spaces, as the blame on any shortfall can easily be passed on to someone else or a civic agency, the average Indian prefers to either turn his head or even indulge in the nuisance rather than tackle it head-on to put a stop to it.”****

    And, has taken the very, very careful step in documenting noble, heroic, attempts at public policy fixes, which alas…:
    “Former BBMP commissioner (Bangalore), who is now advisor to state government on urban affairs, Dr A Ravindra, had taken up the initiative in
    the late 1990s to prevent people from urinating in public places… The campaign was taken up seriously. BBMP officials caught hundreds of men urinating in public and penalized them on the spot. The campaign went for about five months but was abruptly stopped due to the huge protest from the public as well as the officials. One of the BBMP officials who was then involved in the campaign, says, “Many a times, miscreants would urinate on us when we tried to catch them in the act. Some would also deliberately show their private parts by unzipping their pants when we tried to collect fines from them. For us, the day used to begin with being forced to see men’s private parts and it was disgusting for us. So we all requested the commissioner to drop the plan.” While the officers were embarrassed over the new rule, the public also protested over the issue, citing shortage of public toilets forcing them to urinate in the open. The plan slowly died away with increasing number of people objecting to the act.”*****

    Even the voice of the 1% ( well 7%) has taken up the issue:******
    “Some may quite rightly argue that public urination is due to a lack of accessible toilet facilities. But then, you rarely see a woman squatting by the side of the road despite findings that women’s bladders do not hold as much urine and therefore need to be relieved more often.
    Others may say I’m being culturally insensitive: my view is too Western-centric. What’s wrong with men peeing wherever and whenever the urge strikes them? Perhaps I’m still carrying some latent Freudian envy.
    Not! Margaret Mead said: “Anthropology demands the open-mindedness with which one must look and listen, record in astonishment and wonder that which one would not have been able to guess.”
    Well, I wonder alright and I’m not able to guess why.”
    “There’s an old joke that when Khrushchev came to Delhi on an official
    visit, he asked Nehru why men were standing on the roadside urinating. Nehru
    was embarrassed but really had no answer…. until he went to Moscow. While
    being shown around by Khrushchev, Nehru spotted a man urinating by the
    roadside and triumphantly pointed him out to Khrushchev. Khrushchev
    immediately stopped his car and sent his security guard to arrest the man. A
    few minutes later, the guard came back to Khrushchev and quietly said, “I’m
    sorry Sir, it’s the Indian ambassador.”

    For those wonkers,, no, I mean wonkish, readers, however, these ephemeral hand wringing are insufficient. For them, there is a higher authority on public urination, not merely in India, but planet wide! – the peerless journalist and scholar Rose George, author of, The Big Necessity: The Unmentionable World of Human Waste and Why It Matters. Specifically, turn your attention to chapter 8, “Husbanded Wanted – Must have Toilet.”******* It you doubt the tomes wisdom, know mortals, that the dictator of all high-brow poser thoughts, The Economist selected it as one of its books of the year in 2008. For those, like I, who hope to become her biggest fan, the sound Ms. George’s voice recently graced Government Radio’s Science Friday program, ********

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