Disorganised synchronicity?

The first day on the road trip told me all, that there is order in chaos. The haphazard needling and swerving of 'auto' vehicles with the constant blaring of car horns just complemented the irate of the impatient road users stuck at the railway crossing at the heat of high noon.

Nevertheless, my host tells me later, there had never been a fatal road accident in Cuttack, the second biggest town in Orissa (rebranded Odisha).

It precisely describes the dynamics of how the system works in the greater part of India. On one hand, you have the poorest of the victims of globalisation, scrapping the barren barrel of hopelessness whilst the end sees the shakers of global conglomerates. You have the victims of caste segregation deprived of basic amenities, decency and opportunities. Then there are the heart-wrenching tales not much different than of Ambedkar's rise from rags to fame.

There are minions who find contentment in living a whole life performing menial repetitive tasks and there are entrepreneurs with Earth-shattering proposals with simplest of devices. There is wisdom in the mundane.

It is a land of extremes, the land of plenty as well as one dearth of substance. It takes a kind of something to make India go around. With the dense population and the hive of activities, despite the chaos that goes on a daily basis, it is a wonder that things actually move forward. It is one place that proves the butterfly effect may, in fact, be a real thing. A little flutter and a little wave there may just upset the whole dynamic of things. Things appear chaotic but in that bizarre scenario, the sun still rises and things get done, nevertheless.