An unexpected conversation with an old friend earlier today took me down memory lane and had me dig up this piece I wrote 7 years ago. We had set ourselves a challenge to depict, as vividly as possible, a common Indian scene straight from the imagination and capture as many details as we could. The topic - an Indian family on a scooter. Here's what I came up with...aided in no small part by memories of my own Bajaj 150...the scourge (and blessing, all combined) of my college days! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I was driving towards the traffic signal, my eyes caught a scene that was comical, incongruous, dangerous and yet commonplace, all at the same time. It was an old scooter, a sky-blue Bajaj 150, slowly working its way to the signal. By every appearance, it was a relic of the past, a scooter whose place was in some dusty garage rather than out on the road. The bulbous rear end sporting a gril