Bombay the Bomb way

Greetings. Having made a recent shift of continent, your erstwhile tbdcdcdbdc NE DC correspondent has now become your faithful tbdcdcdbdc South Asia correspondent. As such, I'm actually blogging from the past. I don't know if you all still remember the past, but it's pretty flippin' wild. Trust me.

Natch, India yields many things that are tbdcdcdbdc. From my immediate arrival, however, I was struck by the amount of rubble that seems to be everywhere in Bombay. It would seem, in fact, that the entire city is destroyed every night and reconstructed with new bricks, because every road is seemingly littered with chunks of brick and cement and steel and glass. I have no idea where it might all come from.

In any case, on my second day here, I was driving across town when I looked out of the window to see a shining example of contrast. Sitting in the rubble, on top of a particularly large chunk of concrete, a man was engaged in one of life's finest tonsorial pleasures - getting a straight edge razor shave from a barber.



Ah.... Luxury.

Now, I didn't have my camera on hand at the time, but apparently this phenomenon isn't so rare, as a google image search for "barber shave india" yielded the above photo. Rare or not, it's definitely the bomb.