Not many people seem too bothered by the recession here. Indeed sometimes its hard to find evidence of it affecting anybody. As far as Indians are concerned prices have always been rising and always will rise. My father says when he was a boy he once travelled from mysore to calcutta in comparative luxury on the princely sum of 30 rupees, an amount lesser than a dollar in today’s rates, but a positive nestegg in my father’s heyday. Which just goes to show the astonishing rate of inflation in this country. Like all right thinking Indians I blame the politicians, our potbellied knights in white khadi. But sometimes, when I am filling the bike with petrol and watch the meter ticking, I wonder if we could have done something to stop this spiral of fiscal ruin. But it only lasts a moment, because there is a honking noise and the guy behind me tells me to move on.