- Wander around with your luggage on your back. This will cause the locals to think you're a firang prostitute with next to no worldly belongings and they'll kindly guide you to roadside motels to eat for really cheap rates.
- Go round and round open-to-the-forty-degree-sun pavement 'malls' in the middle of the day buying nothing but ogling what can only be described as a shiva-shiva outfit with - I kid you not - a whip. (Do I need to add here 'I wannnnnnt!' or is it implied?)
- Ignore all the cheap shops you just wandered around, saunter into Pantaloons JUST because they'll confiscate your luggage, and then throw a fit when they refuse to keep it for you!!! Who shops one-handed??
- Decide you MUST visit Moulin Rouge... and end up pole dancing outside the bar when you finally get there 'cos dude noone was getting any action otherwise.
- Zigzag across chops and puchka shops on either side of Behala with Moam giving you astute instructions such as 'Don't get killed!' while you comparison shop between 1 rupee and 3 rupee chops.
- Decide you HAVE TO eat at EVERY place on Park Street on ONE night even if it takes you all NIGHT - and it very nearly did.
- Go to Fluries.... yes the place given the MTV Lycra style awards... and enter and exit forty seven times in rapid succession because you want to capture the first 'oooh!' moment as the doorman watches in amazement.
- Peeeeter Cat! I'm too choked with emotion to proceed. Yes. Go to Peter Cat. You may want to take a minute to point at Saurav's on the opposite side of the road and laugh a mean laugh. We did.
- Dinner parties at IIM with celeb profs, fifth standard games, ninth standard flirting,oh man, I'm all emotional now. Why did we come back to Hellabad again? =(
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