In India all things are treated alike.while a green signal means go for traffic,it is a green for our pedestrians and yesterday I witnessed the most latest ongoings of this OLD TRADITION. Jumping before a speeding bus to cross the road,an elegantly dressed woman,balancing on a pair of stilettos can get across quiet easily. Her modus operandi is simple: she STOPS traffic. The cars slow down,buses stop hoping the madam will hop in. And before anyone knows it,she is safe on the other side. Cut to the great Indian Family on the road.The thrill of crossing the road is immense.And the exercise is undertaken with full preperation. Members of the family go into a huddle,hands are held,fists clenched.Somebody emerges the leader,his eyes fixed on the road.Once he decides to cross,the rest of the gang are AUTOMATICALLY PROPELLED forward by sheer momentum and God's benign hand. Nothing can beat the pace of our JANTA. The cross-over is complete. In this age of instant coffee...