My son in Jodhpur needed a new visa for his company’s Dubai trip—three weeks of running between offices and paying a babu who sat on his file until the chai wallah told him to go directly to the sub-district magistrate. Haath jod kar, I tell you: in my forty years of selling sugar and dal, I have learned that papers do not move until someone makes noise. That boy got his stamp only after he called the local cable news reporter.
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