It is summer in India. Bangalore is scorching hot. Thirty eight degree centigrade. Blazing sun. Skies so bright, you can't really see the blue. Only white. Heat. Heat and more heat. So you can imagine what state I must have been in at 1.00 pm when I finally reached the gas agency. I needed to buy a rubber tube and also get one of those consumer books. The gas agency was crowded, teeming with customers who had issues ranging from a booking not accepted, a cancelled gas connection and a transfer which needed to happen. The lines were long and tempers were short. As I was waiting to be attended to, in walks a bull. He was in full finery. It reminded me of what my teacher had told me when I was about 7 or so. He had told me of 'Basavannas' in karnataka-- which is basically a bull that apparently answers questions with a yes or a no. My teacher said that if you ask Basavanna a question and say "Is that a yes basavanna' he will shake his head with a yes.