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Pichoo!....An act of internal ejection, committed so selflessly by millions and millions of Indians everyday. Stuck in a traffic jam? Walking in a market? Look around you, there are men on two-wheelers, raising their helmets strategically just above their lips, those in cars lowering their windows just at the perfect angle; releasing from their mouths, a spew of semi-liquid shot, mostly white unless paan induced, in which case it is a beautiful bristling red colour.

These missiles are usually aimed at the road, doesn't matter if the road is potholed or as smooth as the cheeks of a yesteryear's actress. The more colourful and artistic ones, who spurt out meticulously chewed and carefully collected paan juice, try to show their creativity on the walls, usually next to a staircase or an elevator, so that all office goers are subject to the amazing designer patterns of all shapes and sizes, so thoughtfully created by these artists of self ex-pression and release, with due help from the thousands of paan-waalas across the country.

Of course, what is a good spit without the owner boldly and rightfully proclaiming it as his own? Dripping a few precious drops either on his own shirt or shoes or even on his mode of transport is a given fact. Little wonder then, most of the spitartists wear crisp white kurtas, tastefully covered with tiny red specks, making a fashion statement of their own.

The funny thing here is that if these spit-happy gentlemen ever get a chance to travel beyond the boundaries of mother India, their mouth suddenly turns dry, losing its capacity to produce bucket loads of saliva on demand. The foren roads and walls bear a lonely, sad and drab look, bereft of little puddles of (Indian) man made slosh and spit.

So what is it? Is it our beautiful roads, or is it the freshly painted walls, or is it just our super efficient, industrious, high capacity saliva producing mouths? What is it that spurs us civilised (?) men to act in a manner so utterly disgraceful?

Oh forget it, why should I bother? Let me just enjoy the unexpected, unseasonal rain.
Hey wait a minute.....that's not rain!