(Photo courtesy Dance Dialogues, from #StopLookGo)
Last week, my two-wheeler was towed away from a busy street in Bangalore, in one of those random pickups where they select 4 vehicles to take away from a row of 20.
I trudged to the traffic police chowky, wondering what lay in store for me. The policeman in the towing truck asked me for my driving license.
Policeman: That will be 300 rupees. Madam, what work you do?
R: I am a classical dancer.
Policeman: (suddenly hands 100 rupees back/ sings to prove it) I am a classical singer!
Towing agent: Madam why there are these dark-dark circles near your eyes?
R: Oh, I dance every day, from 6:30 am to 9 pm, so I get very tired.
(3rd hanger-on doesn’t understand, asks the others what I mean)
Policeman: Arre, daily duty!