NANDU
“Nandu! Ay, Nandu!” He’s sleeping again, isn’t he? Somewhere on Bombay’s Dockyard Road, there is an exasperated foreman and an attendance register with red marks running down every single page. But who can blame Nandu? In a toss-up between a day spent loading goods and a steaming plate of perfectly fried Baida Roti, is there really any contest? We didn’t think so. If you want to catch Nandu awake, early in the evening when the first batch of Baida Roti comes fresh out of the tandoor. Nandu will stretch and yawn, wolf it down, then fall asleep again… until lunchtime. Sometimes we wonder, is Nandu idle? Or is he working hard towards true contentment?
